This desktop item made a teacher's wife and Persian god king blush. Not a pen or pencil, chalk, eraser, or a brush. Paper tried to hug it once, then let out a curse. But when it tried to cleave the rock, its feelings wound up hurt.

Why was there a protest at a fabric store? It's a ... of resistance!

A vessel of grace, pouring life with a gentle embrace. From the mound, it sends its flair, or in the kitchen, it stands with care.

What has six faces, but does not wear makeup, has twenty-one eyes, but cannot see? What is it?

In wraps or grilled, I steal the show, a yellow delight that loves to glow. I pair with meats, I'm quite the tease, a dairy delight that aims to please.