Each guest I host kills the one before, My grip is firm but fleeting. A stiff back bears what won't endure My memory keeps deleting.

I drip when you're sad, A twist stops my tears, Hot or cold I provide, In kitchen or bath, I'm revered.

I saw my thirteen year old nephew tonight, Sadly, he was waking from a surgeon's knife. While the meds made him goofy, He flashed me a happy peace sign with a joke; It scared me to hell, it was absolutely no joke.

A vegetable, by any other pronunciation, is a saucy fruit.

When pyjamas rule and shoes retire, I help warm your feet beside the fire.