I never walk, yet I help you roll, I have no voice, yet I keep control. Through hub and wheel I firmly lie, Letting carts and cars speed by. Silent rod where motion starts What am I that turns the parts?

Three: ride, like, dude, where's mine? Three more: caress, domestic kind Low-down sort, victim to wine

Have me on your cheek and your wife will smile lovingly at you. Have me on your collar and she'll scream angrily at you.

She sells seashells by the seashore, But tornados are moving in, one, maybe more, She should come inside, we can play a fun game! I have one with colored dots and a spinner, oh, what's its name?

I'm made from milk but I'm not a drink, I age in the dark more than you think. With or without holes, I'm served with ease, Slice me up, who am I please?