The Daily Riddle

Mates unbalanced,Or so they seem;But paired in tandem,A deadly team.She so gently round,Him so firm and straight,Yet when they are compounded,Woe to them they hate.

What is the one thing in the world that can speak all languages?

Late afternoons I often bathe.I’ll soak in water piping hot.My essence goes through my see through clothes.Used up am I; I’ve gone to pot.

Round I start, yet no shape have I.Allow me to breathe, and my life will die.The older I grow, the more sought after I become.You will feel much better when I am done.

Without a bridle, or a saddle,across a thing I ride a-straddle.And those I ride, by help of me,though almost blind, are made to see.

Everything I hear I say to others around.I’m not an animal, nor part of the human race.I will, immediately, repeat after you;But only if my tails in place.

Though small I am, yet, when entire,I’ve force to set the world on fire.Take off a letter and it’s clearMy paunch will hold a herd of deer:Dismiss another, and you will findI once contained all humankind.

I have a hundred legs, but cannot stand.I have a long neck, but no head.I cannot see, and I’m neat and tidy as can be.

My first three are a term in golf,The next three show up in drawings.My first four are less than a whole,And all of me is a celebration.

Eating white is what I mostly do.If quick enough, a fruit and some things blue.When you see pink, sky blue, orange, or redIt would be wise to turn my yellow head.