Bending over to take a sip, Where dirty things take a dip, Grab a wrench if it drips, Happens to a holey ship.

I often hang from a vine of man's creation. I am an obstacle to man's destination. The roars I hear and the curses and sneers, affect me none: You're going nowhere, my dears!

I make homes, but I am not made of wood. You might see me in fireplaces.

I have a nose, but I do not have a heart. I am often seen in christmas art.

A hidden holiday delight, I can come in brown speckled or white.