I bind without hands and guide without eyes. I can save a life or end a lie. I’m trusted by sailors, feared by the neck, Loose I am useless, tight I am wreck. Name me.

When people win me in a competition they have good memories But I'm most well known to measure the size of mammaries

Many plot o'lands Or servers on stands I produce the needs and the wants. Bits or bots, food either exotic or bland.

I’m round and red and grow on a vine, Slice me for salad and you’ll do just fine.

In circles of delight I twirl, with toppings that make mouths whirl. A crusty base, a cheesy crown, a slice of joy that won't let you down.