I hold you close but never keep, each night I cradle you for sleep. I bear your weight without a sound, a quiet landscape, soft and bound. I sag with years, with nights of press, name the servant of your rest.

A song of wistful yearning by Janis Joplin. Change the space to a hyphen and you get German engineering. Start with yourself, then a third ranked cola. Next a British songwriter, followed by a way of making one many. Now that long bar at the bottom of your keyboard. Finish with a movie with a theme song by Michael Jackson, capped with an Americanized version of Tommy Lee Jones and Will Smith’s chief.

A fun game of little consequence Unless we find ourselves a pest Rube Goldberg would be proud Of how we put our skills to the test

Holding a door On top of some bread Try to get out of me Use me as spread

A bow but no arrow A string gone unplucked The devil lost me in Georgia I suppose it was bad luck