A certain piggy went to one, though that is all we know. Some places still carry the name, but more often it is a farmer's thing. All in all, I am a way to convene and trade with ease.

An idiom says, I'm hard to see, When one's too focused, On parts of me

Settling any surface, A finger wiped will show me, I make you sneeze, and cough, and wheeze... If y'all don't like me, blow me!

I'm a metal mate, for a belt's long ride, Keeping things tight, with a secure stride, I fasten and hold, with a satisfying click, A small but mighty part, of a daily trick,

I'm a symbol of love, and a sign of life, Pumping blood, with a constant strife, In your chest, I beat with care, A vital organ, beyond compare, Beating for you, with all my might. You may go with your gut, or trust in me, Just know that what I want, I will get and happy I will be.