I’m often found with a bunch of friends, Passing time hanging around. The longer I sit out, the more golden I become, But leave me for too long and I begin to tarnish. Watch your step when I undress, Lest you wish to fall.

By the sea, long and weathered, a tale unfolds, Where waves' gentle whispers and time have molded. Once proud and tall, now a story it tells, Of journeys untold while the ocean swells.

I can help you win Wimbledon or lose your neighbors’ patience.

When is a door not a door? When it's ...

Works with a reel to fish Works with a cone to see Holds a curtain, if you wish Or spare it and spoil a child in Nineteen Oh Three