I’m strong till the moment you need me the most, then vanish so quick you’d swear I’m a ghost. When I buffer, you suffer, it’s always the worst, but somehow those ads still manage to load first.

Curved crescent cloaked in yellow, sweet companion of monkeys, and slips beneath feet like a sneaky fellow.

I sound like a dessert or bodily waste depending on how you pronounce me. I am important in geometry. I have a day named in my honor. I have a very famous specific set of numbers.

I have a to-do list longer than a scroll, yet somehow doing nearly anything else is my only goal. I swear I’ll start, maybe tonight, or after one more snack, am I right?

I beckon you at one AM, with my dull and lonesome ring. Soft or crunchy, both are good as long as it’s supreme. A drunk delight to end the night, until the morning comes, best stay your self and be prepared, it’s sure to wreck you bum.