If you're outside, you can talk as loud as you want, but you'll need to communicate with this if you want your bill to paid.

Golden or dark, bitter or sweet, lift me high with cheer when friends all meet.

Made for surgery, but brought in now, I’d put money on a lawsuit. In the right hands, I make trees quiver, enough to yell timber and move out the way.

Smiling sound? Melting gold? Stinky stuff, Sometimes with mold.

A bad golfer makes these long and deep. A courteous golfer replaces theirs without a peep. On the green they are a menace. Your foot may leave one in lawn tennis. Spell it wrong and you’ve got Sanskrit for heavenly.