Alright folks, here is your old white man blush-inducing riddle (though to be fair the only person in my poetry-writing class to guess correctly was a young white guy) that I promised earlier this week! Leave your guesses as comments below - first one to guess correctly wins!
When I am missed, one more exists.
If I’m not stopped, one more is dropped.
By moon I’m ruled, by patch I’m fooled.
Although I’m free, no man wants me.
What am I?
And yes, I will know if I've told you this riddle before. No cheating :)