I can twist, pop, or button, Threaded tightly, you will lose nothing. Pin me or hook me, brim fit for a duckling. I’m the peak and always protect you when sunny.

Perched on your cheek, my one eye does see, A circle of glass on a chain - that's me! Half a spectacle for wisdom's own style, A gentleman's glance, with a dapper smile.

It describes a curve that’s incredibly tight, But stick it in an outlet and a fire you’ll ignite!

Blessed in silver, clear and bright, I show yourself in borrowed light. I speak no words, yet tell no lie, I move when you move, eye to eye.

I can be described as a butt and sometimes have a bunghole. I’m adorned with hoops and have two heads. With age I share with angels.