Listen up, slick. You think you're slippery, and can get away with your lies. You claim you can be used in cars and in cooking. But my car is allergic to olives, And my stir fry tastes like an engine. And don't get me started on your virgin talk - everytime I turn around you're getting used by someone else.

I was the most powerful weapon, before gunpowder was introduced. Nowadays I propel certain airplanes, and also as a toy I am used.

I am a palace without a throne, A crown of beams, yet open-boned. I host the feasts, the bands, the breeze, Where laughter drifts through dancing trees. No walls to guard, no doors to bar, Just shelter stitched from sun and star. In parks I rise with airy grace.

My first is a scam A real flimflam My second is Number Two

My first three brighten your day. My second four are how you make a call. Together we are ancient and tell the time.