a piggy for a rainy day. the sloping curve of a racetrack. a quick turning aerial manoeuvre. where water meets higher ground. storage depots for things like food, clothing and even bodily fluids like blood and sperm.

I’m not quite sweet, I’m not quite plain, I rise with help from a tiny grain. I bubble, I grow, I take my time, Then come out golden, crisp, and fine. With a tangy twist in every bite, I make a loaf that feels just right. What am I?

I’m a sunny sip in a breakfast glass, Made from a fruit with a citrusy class. I’m squeezed from a sphere with a peel so bright, I wake up your taste buds with morning delight. What am I?

Though I'm far from the point, I don't make mistakes, But I fix yours.

I'm a tiny tree that you can eat, Though children are not fond of me, I'm actually part of the cabbage family, Full of antioxidants, fibre and vitamin C