I’m a cauldron that brews without flame or fire, where mountains of foam rise, fade, and expire. Once done, you drain away what I once held tight, a perfect place to get clean day and night.

Worldwide, it most frequently includes red, And is usually displayed proudly overhead. It can be thrown when bad deeds are around But many should never, ever touch the ground.

To some i open to a loving warm family. To others i open a cold room of solitude. Some take a deep breath in front of me to gather their nerves, because once they stick their foot in, everything else follows.

Five to start, where you are now, Not specific, but it’s this place. Add a ment, and it’s all about How something’s carefully put. The last three are where you wipe your shoes, At the door, not the rug inside. Put them together and you’re ready to eat, Especially for kids, keeping food clean.

I’m thrown, I’m sold, I’m heard, And I’m steep What am I?