The President was Silent Cal, Not long ago, a century, Who wasted not and wanted not, a puritan from birth was he. Thus when his son asked for me, the father told him to make do. The son paid him a visit soon, and rubbed his toe against his shoe In a tennis game, his blister burst, and the infection slew. The father in depression slid, and soon so did the whole country. Was it, in part, for want of me?

Cinderella’s fairy godmother turned a pumpkin into this, Drawn by horse to take her to the ball.

A half-baked project of the glass you look through, Accessory of the richest who are decked. If you think it's in Monopoly, you'd just be a fool, A victim of most famous Mandela Effect.

Born in flame, yet not destroyed, From ash and ember I’m redeployed. Time may fell me, age may press, But death itself I simply reset. What am I?

A place for damsels held. Steel and iron, stack and weld. Broadcasting voices from its peak: its beacon’s silent yell. Tolkien’s two: an easy tell. Rapunzel used to dwell. It’s silhouette on a stormy night, top stories: fright it sells.