I am a glass tower with no doors, designed to hold liquid fire or frozen states. I have lips but cannot speak, and a neck that never turns.My flanks are marked with lines of measure, yet I rule over no land. Though I live in a lab, I have no tail to wag and no bark to give.

On a pole in the wind this tells you direction, Or do this away for your financial protection, Laundry day often shows at least one has gone south, Wag your tongue flippantly and get it square in the mouth.

I bring out everyone’s competitive side, one icy handful at a time.

You set me at night knowing I'll torture you in the morning. You still need me. What am I?

Wobble and jiggle, a dance on your plate, in colors so bright, it eagerly waits. Squish in your mouth, sweet delight's embrace.