I wear a crown you shouldn’t touch, In purple robes I stand as such. Bees adore me, hands do not, I bloom where gentler flowers rot. What am I?

Be careful when near a certain town in southern England, you do not want to fall off a ...

Nailed to a perch, frozen from stun Pining to see the fjord's lovely sun I'm in a cage, but I'm not for sale The previous owner is trying to bail Ipswich or Bolton, notlob, or what? I've ceased to be... ...this is getting much too silly.

Windows are decorated in the winter night, cakes are covered in delight. On glass or food, it disappears rather quickly when it warms up.

I'm a fruit that's lived on for ages. I'm picked from a tree - but avoid my sap, or I'll irritate for free. Wasps used to lay eggs in me, that's how I got fertile. Now commercialization has changed that - unless you eat from the wild.