A potion in a bottle, it shields your skin from Sol's fiery kiss, invisible armor for beach warriors, protecting against time's aging embrace.

Big and red like some noses, but I probably don't smell like roses. Broadside struck by beginners' luck, inside park your pickup truck.

I’m paired with nuts. If my shaft is long, I can screw quote deep. Threaded for your pleasure.

Quick as a wink, it makes a sound, A firm decision, oh so profound. Like biscuits, crisp and neat, A moment's magic, short and sweet.

In the kitchen, it stands with grace, A gleaming pot o' gold in its place. Water does flow, Down it must go, 'Neath a rainbow's bridge in haste.