Cleaned and polished in your drawer I sit Getting me dirty is a job that fits Big or small your face warps wide If you focus hard you can bend me with your mind

I roar and I slurp with greedy delight, I swallow your crumbs both day and night. Socks beware when I start to zoom, what am I, devourer of the room?

Bears the load of travellers Loses effectiveness at high ambient temperatures, Subject to high friction when in use Does not roll A simpler alternative to the above can be made from barn woods by the experienced

Juliet died at my hand, when cold air hits your skin or eyeballs it can feel like thousands of tiny versions of me are piercing you.

Oh my stars! Tiny traveler in a pod, with dreams of sprouting far and wide. Often found in Granny's stew, warming the soul like a trusted quilt on a chilly night.