I dress up confusion in wit and in rhyme, I waste just enough of your perfectly good time. I grin when you’re certain you’ve cracked me in half, Then trip you one step from the final laugh. I never give answers, I merely whittle. What smirks while you think?

The wizard said, Pay no attention to the man behind me!

Ah, me dearie! In this leather pouch, fortune finds its cozy rest, clink-clink goes the gold, snug as a leprechaun's nest. A guardian o' luck, it dances with rainbows in yer pocket.

Acrid aromas arrive with a-holes amounting. I'm a word for bad smells, just a lesser used one. My alliteration skills ran out.

My name is a lie, but that is not all: my shape, my outsides, my insides, my whole existence. I’m advertised as this, but the name is quite off base. Still, it’s fun to watch reactions during first-time tasting sessions.