Why use two, when one is good enough, I know it's hard to hold, I guess that's rough, But it's good enough for Mr. Peanut and Mr. Monopoly, Oh wait, Mr. Monopoly didn't have one, or did he?

Stories told, worlds to behold. In plain daylight or a torch's delight. I make you dream, I make you weep. And sometimes I make you afraid to go to sleep.

If they're triangular or square your butt will be sore

I guard the coats you never use, the shoes you swear you didn’t choose. Each year I grow, yet none can see, who keeps on feeding these things to me.

A place for damsels held. Steel and iron, stack and weld. Broadcasting voices from its peak: its beacon’s silent yell. Tolkien’s two: an easy tell. Rapunzel used to dwell. It’s silhouette on a stormy night, top stories: fright it sells.