In creamy dreams and frosty nights, a pure delight in simple sights. A gentle blend in every swirl, a classic choice in dessert's whirl.

When you go on a hike, put al your stuff in me, so you can walk around hands free.

A game made for kings To test one’s whit You pull the strings But Sometimes it makes you throw a fit

I can be in your garden. Very close to lettuce. I can be on a deck, to block partial, vendettas. I’m usually found by various vines. Through my windows and crosses, Nature weaves its design.

I stretch in cars both long and wide, a steel-bound giant built to glide. With caboose trailing at the end, my conductor checks each car within.