I have no mouth, yet I gather with friends. I hold your meals but have no appetite. I give you a place to rest your hands, And stand perfectly still while you pass the night. What am I?

Much maligned hairstyle popular among Gen Z boys.

My friend Dorothy mentioned someone named Roy G. Biv. Never met him but I heard he just got out of prism. Something about a pot of gold he's been hiding.

The interior designer tossed the small carpet.

Does part of me hold fruit or clothes? Another part is kicked or thrown? Two words together, a challenging sport; Try not to break my backboard apart!