In the garden, I'm a trusty friend, by earth's side my work will never end. With a handle and a blade so wide, I help you dig, I help you hide.

I sit on your head when you ride or you climb, Protecting your brain from cause for alarm. Hard on the outside, soft on the inside I’m lined, Without me, your safety’s at risk every time. What am I?

I hold your dirty laundry tight, and keep it tucked away from sight. Yet in another role I play, I slow your plans or block your way.

Long, hard, and full of seamen, not my kind of wet dreaming.

Created by mistake, your food I will bake. Or nuke as you may say, though dryness I will convey.