You may be quick to throw me away. I come by means of web. I come by means of can. Some may think of me as a delicacy.

I slow you down when you’re trying to race, yet I light up the stage with lashes and lace. I’m what smokers take and racers hate, and honey, I serve looks that captivate.

What do you see once in June, twice in November, and not at all in May?

I'm a tiny jot on the page, just a tittle, But I can change meaning more than a little. Put me in, a nice family dinner but a murderous panda Leave me out, you're eating Grandma on the veranda.

Tell a child to take a quick sleep. Or wipe your face after eating something fried deep. Essential for parties, you can get a pack for quite cheap. Don’t reuse a stranger’s item or you’ll look like a creep.