I’m woven by hand with a handle to hold, I carry your lunch or your groceries home.

In a room where nature calls, a pause in life, a moment stalls. A porcelain throne, oh so neat, where relief and privacy meet.

Raise me if your words are sharp. Drop me when they hit their mark.

I never fuss, I never bawl, I’m always ready for your call. Who am I, both sweet and small, A playful friend for one and all?

What's black when it's resting, red when it's awake and white when it's tired?