Hotels are red, houses are green. The poorest neighborhood used to be purple in the US, but now is uniformly brown. The richest is dark blue. Four railroads are uniformly spaced and the jail is in a corner. Roll the dice and move your marker to solve this riddle.

Roses are red Violets aren't blue Unless you're this.

As you rise, my teeth tame the tumults upon your mind, while the queen of sweet stays asleep, her voice confined.

Red houses are red, White houses are white, But I'm not named after the color of my exterior. In fact, I don't have a color of my own.

I'm formed by forceful stirring. Creamed by silent hand or machine whirring. Yellow, slippery, yet sticky, I hug many foods - I'm not picky. Unlike snowmen, many prefer me to melt, But too much of me might break your belt.