You stare at me while I spin your food, as if supervision makes me work faster.

I fear the king is a polygamyst. For if I cross the line, I may become his wife

Blocks for Noelle And a punch to the face for mike

An old person’s ball If you are in one, you may need help getting out If you need help getting into its home, you loosened it Arlo Guthrie somehow rhymed this with motorcycle

Something found in great profusion at Stone Age sites A set of friends upon whom you cannot rely After frosted, a roaring good breakfast