I constantly have tea on me, from everybody spilling, But I prefer a life on stage, if the theater is willing.

I’m used hundreds of times, though always last to be seen. Just don’t get excited! Because then I’m missing. Once every month, I’ll ruin your plans for the night. Unless you’re expecting, then I’m nowhere in sight.

I bring discounts, but I do not bring quality. You associate me with people fighting.

I wait in jars or boxes tight, a golden round of pure pastry delight. You swore you’d have just one, then stop, but now the sleeve is at the top.

Alone, I’m rather harmless, but remember faces well With two, we have attempted murder, though harm never befell