I'm attractive with bait, Tho you'll regret what you ate. Also Peter's foe, and Smee's boss. Take away my rank, and I'm at a loss.

I hug your shoulders, brace your chest, through winter’s bite, I keep you dressed. I go where you go, lingering near, a faithful friend that’s always here.

I'm what is left over, when you're all done. Clear in one frame, when rolling for fun.

A humble sheet, a luster of skin, guards the goods it holds within. Rust may flirt, but it stays thin, a silent partner to its twin.

I am born when antiquity meets thread. When the dust twirls around and covers an old net. My first half, the corn, unbroken. My second half, a home for an arachnid foretold.