Born from a mountain, humbled by the tide I have no legs, across the water I glide. To a tuxedoed bird, I’m a wedding ring, But trapped inside your shoe, Im a maddening thing.

I am the subject of a running gag, With a big himbo and wrinkly hag, The right one gets you a ride to the lab, Who knows about the wrong one - but it's usually bad!

If it’s easily done, it’s a piece of me. Served at graduations, birthdays, and weddings, yippee! But I’m not just a treat that goes to your gut. A slang use of me describes a voluptuous butt.

Pies may cool upon the sill, while coffee starts to steam. Before they’re thought to be complete, someone reaches for me.

Time passing by... Don't kick me just yet! So much to do: you might keep a list, for there's so little time!