My middle two often go with forty-seven The four around them come in packs and pints I am a chemist's vessel

From earth's embrace, I take my form, Molded by hands, soft and warm. With water's kiss, I find my way, To become art that shall not sway.

One: You gotta hit me on the head, literally and figuratively, for me to be effective. Two: Bite me to appear nervous or paint me to appear well put together. Three: Use me as a colloquial way to celebrate an achievement.

sweet as can be, you'll have to undress me

In front of the door, a generous space wraps around, Where neighbors perch and life slows down. We are allowed just to rest, Drink lemonade, it’s the best! The peace is what keeps us homebound.