Legally binding on the desk of a lawyer, Usually for the corner, sometimes on the sides, Use it in the middle and you might get funny looks. What is it?

Paired up with a cat, And oh, what a sound! Four lines of her gut, All so tightly wound...

Many hardback books have one. Yellow ones can be scary. The supporting legs and lattice framework of an offshore wind turbine.

No bones to break, yet I twist and I spin, algorithms guide me, through thick and thin. I dream in code while you’re fast asleep, or swipe your job with a mechanical beep.

I can be scary, in one story, a carved version of me was a head. I can be tasty, my name is synonymous with a flavor combo, with my name, that does not include me. Add Head to the end, and you have a series of horror movies. Score me, carve me, scoop me, bake my insides, and put a candle in my remains.