currency goes by many names and that is what i am you can use me to buy me and i go great with ham

Color from a can Gets transferred to a pan Starts out wet but when it dries Can bring tears to the eyes

Some are built of stone In ancient and desert lands Others are built on a lie grown Promising riches that slip through hands

I have a neck but have no head, I’m born from effort, sweat, and dread. Though made of silver, bronze, or gold, I am not something bought or sold.

I rise like kingship by the sea, with fragile walls and towers free. No stone, no steel, yet shaped with care, a fleeting fortress built from air. I stand in pride, then fade away, undone by tide or child at play. A royal home that cannot last, what grand design is washed to past