Thechicklette's Riddlewot Profile

You may get stuck but have no fear, the way out is usually near. A teaser, a quandary, a remedy to a rhyme. Take your time, the answer is on the line. WHat am I?

I sit on a stalk of corn. Back in the day, as an aid, you'd use a horn. Like layers of a cake I have an inner, outer, and middle. My power is great, though my drum may be little. What am I?

I can be lived in, but I'm not a house. I pass in the blink of an eye, though I can't be seen by one. What am I?

On the back of a beast with a mean glare, I come as a single or sometimes a pair, A day of the week in name we share.