Let us inside you, Beauty is pain, By hook or by crook, A little less plain Punching and pushing, Stinging and sear, Now we're within you, And we'll stay right here

I’m information, I’m sport, I’m dance. I’m happy, I’m sad, I’m ham. What am I?

Metal-coated or gem-embedded, I can be removed with ease, but in a flash, I can sparkle for all to see. Preparing edibles on a lined surface, heated for marks of perfection, salt and pepper, an outside chef’s delight. Leading the way for your transport’s face, bringing air into essential places, ensuring smooth running on the go.

A small magician with a silent grace, I dance on paper, leaving no trace. If you make a mistake, there's no better utensil, Find me at the other end of your pencil.

Biblically, I’m the cause of Adam and Eve’s fall from grace In plumbing, I’m used to loosen clogs in a tight space Alternatively, you may get called me if you do something two-faced.