Slim but strong, I hold attire, In closet rows I never tire. Shirts and coats upon me linger - Neat and ready at a finger.

It's a lock It's a flash It's a roll It's on both sides of Frankenstein's monster's neck Usain figure it out yet?

Two eyes I offer, Faraway brought near to you, But sight is not mine.

Churning and turning this yellow gold took a lot of elbow grease back in the days. Nowadays, just use a mixer with a paddle. Or even simpler: go to the grocery store.

I am small and easy to carry. I hold drinks but I am not a cup. Travelers keep me close when they want a sip on the go.