Speak my name, and know rage. Deceived among all ages. Many know me, few speak of me for fear of frustration. And yet I am so simple. What am I?

I'm one of the world's hide-and-seek champions. Elusive I am, and whoever sees me will claim I am a stinky ape. They call me that and still wonder why I hide, only leaving prints to find.

Kids makes it to play with it Teen builds it to provoke 'others' Adult hear it to remember their melted love

Sticky situations often arise when Apple pies in disguise crusted crab Crabapple pie I cannot lie it's never wise to monopolize your poop tract

Would’ve been useful for miasma, To chase the smells away. Many types of me there is, For cleaning, or shushing dogs, or Clearing the air after someone drops a log