I’m where you sit and wave hello, but never quite inside the home.

They float like a balloon, but their pop is quieter. Michael Jackson’s best friend AI may be in one right now.

Take munitions from a jet, that detonate on the first thing they meet. Now, look down, and name these things, wiggly appendages on your feet. Combine these words, drop the s, what seasonal thing did I suggest?

Don’t drop your needle in me You’ll never find it. Probably shouldn’t be playing with needles, anyway.

Beneath the captain's bed it may lie, a chest of secrets hard to pry. With iron teeth and a heart of gold, it hides the maps to treasures untold.