Upside down I hang with grace, going nowhere at a leisurely pace. I may only poop weekly, but don't test me, my claws aren't meek. I made a famous list where virtue wears thin. Ask a priest about my name, and he'll call it a sin.

A patch of treacherous ground, Where sinking steps are quickly found. A murky, muddy, sticky place, That slows your stride and halts your pace. Or, Giggity, giggity.

If you give it a thought you have already lost. I’m not played on a board, with cards or with dice. If you guessed it right, I must apologize.

Touching and laughing and twirling her hair, I would have to say she's loaded for bear. If this analogy is lost on you, then you would say she's ANSWER WORD too.

Be careless with me and you can lose a finger, On film you might find me with a pig. Do you understand my puzzle?