Put your cousin to sleep, When split in half and then swapped. Your face is to this, as a floor is to mops. With you while cunsuming, your lap it’s atop. Tell me, what’s your favorite? Be it paper or cloth?

I can make sure nothing leaks or swim in the ocean

I hide a smile, I guard a gasp, I dress for balls or stop a rasp. On stage I'm drama, in clinics I task. What slips on quick?

When fair and foul dost dance upon the shore, Thee find'st a force that ever waxes more. Dost mark the moon, her beckoning embrace? An unseen pull on waters' restless face.

The one to grip the seams, And shy away from beams. Though centered in the diamond light it stands, for all to see. It’s best to keep a count, Be weary when it lashes out. It starts its day in a pen of bulls, preparing to take you out.