When walls said, keep out, I took offense. I answered back in the airborne sense.

I come from the rubber tree I'm always in your mouth when there's nothing to savor Pull me from foil to opt for flavor

I sit and I float, and await the gentle pull, of a manmade track, with waterborne floats. Idleness is in my title, the goal is to float along, without any movement; the water sings the song. I idly wait, and the current does take, my single or double person float, especially with kids; I keep my eyelids wide open, well past my curfew.

A hammer’s head. A knit of threads. A scoop on top. Food after bed.

In the navy, ships are for floating, while these are likely to sink. They aren't submarines, though they fall under this four letter word. Though to the rest of us, these and ships are both quite the same.