My body is long and plush, With pillows, and arms for the weary I'm homely, or used, or new and lush So come lie with me, and rest your tush!

I'm naught but a speck that gets in your eye or The crack of a whip for the penitent friar Remove my first letter And I'm nothing better Than what remains after a fire

I got shot, screwed, and zues uses me. What am I?

I cause you to lose your vission, yet without me you wouldn't be able to see.

They who explore me are divers, yet I am not often underwater. You can find me everywhere, yet you won't often find me on accident.