I’m analogously stuck in a hypocrite’s eye. I’m athletically held for one to two minutes nigh. I’m skillfully structured to be long, flat and dry.

Three letters I have, but I must not jest, the answer is your main place of rest.

It can be a wheel, but don’t roll it. If you want to be recorded for posterity, say it. If you like it, thank a cow, or maybe a goat.

In the middle is what marks the spot On either side sit two that mean, that is On the outside is what you might call a man I am but a meeting of gals and guys

I am a special bulb: I begin with the opposite of off. Then comes a charged atom. Reverse me and you'll finally say - no, I know! What am I?