Pictured Puzzles and Word Play / A Companion to the Twentieth Century Standard Puzzle Book - A. Cyril Pearson

Though poor and humble was my birth
I sit enthroned on high;
My footsteps far above the earth,
My canopy the sky.

O’er toiling subjects thus in state
I bear despotic sway;
Yet on them hand and foot I wait
At break and close of day.

is solved by A coachman.

I am not of flesh and blood,
Yet have I many a bone;
No limbs, except one leg,
And can’t stand on that alone.

My friends are many, and dwell
In all lands of the human race;
But they poke my poor nose into the mud,
And shamefully spatter my face.

Thrust me into each other’s ribs,
Stick me in gutter and rut;
I have never a window, and never a door,
Yet I often open and shut.