I am known for radiation, but I do not harm the nation. You might measure with me.

I appear in a special kind of shop, but I am not a pan or a pot. You might see me in the hands of a cop.

I have legs, but cannot walk. I have a seat, but cannot sit. I have a fly, but am not an insect. What am I?

I make little sense when you break down my name , I don’t have any wheels, or engine in the game. I don’t need a leash to make me lay tame, I can be quite furry but that’s not the same. For to keep your feet cozy is really my aim

I’m small and disposable, yet hard to forget; some see me as garbage, but don't throw me yet! I vanish in moments with a crackle and snap, a curious comfort designed just to wrap.