I arrive when the school day ends, like a gift wrapped in dread, I take over your night while you’d rather be in bed. I multiply when ignored, like socks in the wash, and no, your dog didn’t eat me, don’t be that posh.

You get me on the real bad days, or on the very good, You give me out to little kids who stalk your neighborhood. My verb is used to pay for friends when you are feeling kind, Or it's used to heal a wound or ills of any kind

Both an insult and something worth praise; a day in November I'm a craze; constantly compared to dirt, ask for a lemon I'll give but a squirt, my advantage is only for a phase.

I can sit on top of cake. People often try to fake. I'm in circles of the wood. Don't ask girls. They say it's rude.

I am made out of berries or cars. People also make me out of jazz. Being stuck in me can be called farce.