I was once fixed now set free. No one can ever again try to swing me. But in another world they would say oui, you are bound to be absolutely crazy.

The first tells jokes, of which you might laugh, wonder, or rage The second can be taking paint from a wall, or clothes on a stage If you're lucky, you can still find me on a newspaper page

Its a me, I say when I cry my name, As you play my titular game. I am a popular little Italian, Come and choose me and we'll win those medallions

If you're in trouble you might be said to be in me. I pair with traffic and surprisingly, PB Though many will know me as my cousin, jelly

I must say, I'm unrefined, Turn me around and it's conflict you'll find. Short, crude, with an attitude: I cease to exist when baked or stewed.