At a days ending, I give you a ring. I have always been a most sought after thing. I wear gowns, but when changed, all is off with a fling. In a frame, I lie naked, on a box full of springs.

Remove my first letter and I'll ruin your parade. Put my first letter back and I'll clear the way again.

A snug embrace for fingers five, A cozy shell where they all can thrive. In winter's chill, I never quit, But I can get you out of trouble if I don't fit.

I put out fires I sound like a tramp I'm coiled and weak, but can be firm and straight when you run a good flow

Green on the outside. Yellow on the inside along with an avocado seed. When smashed you make this tasty dish...