I’m born from a bubble that’s ancient and wild, A creature of flour, both patient and mild. I grow when I rest, I rise when I bake, With tang in my flavor and crust that can flake.

I exist as a guide filled with poison that climbs, but I am not meant to harm. You might find me in in clinics, kitchens, or pools.

I speak without tongue yet convey what you mean. I’m dressed to impress in red white and green. I’m given in love, sorrow, and shame.

I carry your weight, am part of your daily affair, I stay in place or spin in a circle, You come lean on me when you lost all flair.

A welcome solution for a weathered patina, I’ll make your room pink, black, floral, or greener. You can try a small patch, or use the whole roll. I’m a wonderful way to make your home more droll.