I can run but cannot walk. Without me, your food tastes bland.

I can be many things, great or small. I can even be non-corporeal. I'm not heavy, on the contrary. The dark I scare away, and after too many drinks your head will feel this way

The preffered place for those entertainers who need to stick the perfect landing.

A savory bottle from town With a name that can make a man frown Though the letters are plenty The sounds are but twenty Its the trickiest sauce to gulp down

I’m a vessel that’s soft and quite long, Where five little travelers belong. But I often go stray, In the wash, far away, Leaving partners to wonder what’s wrong.