Winning me in a match has your supporters jumping with joy, Too much of something, and I runneth over Use me as a measuring tool for your recipes Or fill me up and kiss me to wake up in the morning

While my partner is round and gold, I myself am straight and jeweled. I am the authority a monarch must hold.

Round and round, I spin with glee, painted horses, joy set free. Here we laugh and dreams unfurl, in this whirling, wondrous world.

With strings I send a ball in flight, or keep the whole house up at night. In sport or chaos, loud and fast, my name fits both from first to last.

From dripping water I am made, then hang like winter’s crystal blade.