I live in a place where no fire can glow, yet I cook for the masses with a spatula’s show. My pants are square, my pineapple home is beyond compare, from jellyfish fields to boating-school woes - Who am I, the sponge every kid already knows?

walking shadow of the person past, it is often disputed if I should be slow or run fast. virus or chemical do not always define, sometimes its a prion that causes all my grime. hit me hard onto the head, please ensure that I stay dead.

If I have a bee in my hand, what is in my eye?

I am digits you should never ask a woman Bronze, golden and dark and Ice I’ve went through I add more to you as the years pass by Though in love some say I don’t matter

I may be found when old friends meet. Although I can spread like a contagion, as medicine I can’t be beat!