I sit and lie dormant prepared to burn. A knife in my gut, an explosion returned. Jam what is popped, my tail to the wall. Butter, jelly or cinnamon? Why not try them all?

I never grow old and I never decay, I was even found where the pharaohs once lay. A term of endearment your sweetheart might say, made by small gatherers that work hard all day. I'm stored in waxy hexagons, perfectly aligned, a geometric treasure that’s one of a kind.

I’m just two slots, a box and spring. Now your breakfast is kindling.

I make the walls come alive with a glowing light within. For streaming shows or gaming when you have a slow night in. A portable box to plug in, almost any blank surface will do. I'm not a monitor or a screen, so what am I to you?

I can be supportive or divisive - I separate people or keep them together. You can add fire to me but I'm not flammable. I'm sometimes famous for things like being Great or being covered with gum.