On the road, it's bad. On a sandwich, it's tasty. On a stage, it rocks out. On a court, it's a stuff. What is it?

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.

Dust-born words upon the wall, gone again at cleaning’s call.

Cut it, it’s time to let loose on the floor. A throw on the ground, near your bed or front door. Swap the end for a ‘B’, it’s what’s needed when sore. Add a ‘D’ at the start, pharmaceutical store.