I show up uninvited, a jumpy little pest, I bounce in your belly and give your lungs no rest. You hold your breath, you drink, try a fright, but I’ll bounce your diaphragm again just out of spite!

I start as a birthday treat, with lovely layers oh so neat! I’m sweet and I’m soft, with frosting to spare, and I fly through the air when your friends don’t play fair.

I'm a thumping beat in your headphones, a fictional professional that you live in. A challenge for the wolf but you can drop me on a witch.

Without telling a story, I can make your eyes all teary. You might find me appeeling. So don't hesitate to give me a ring.

Think of the last word you see when you lose a video game. Next, the most common top level domain, then the plural of a tool no writer can live without, and last the past tense of eat. Fix em together; what do you get? A perfectionist’s worst habit.