What have they put me in? I was fine, minding my own business, happily wriggling and inching along when suddenly I was dropped into this stuff! Dios mio! At least I can go out feeling good!

If you throw a black stone into the Red Sea, what does it become?

I flip, and I flop. I am bare on my top. Exposed are my occupants, they are tacky if clothed.

I can fly you through the night sky, but I cannot hold more than a passenger or two. People use me to banish unwanted dregs that accumulate all around .

My face is round and wide; The outer edge, covered in crust; Blemishes dot my top side; They cover my oily bust; Some think my life isn't easy; In reality, it's easy as pie; Cause even though some call me cheesy; I'm beautiful in my admirers' eyes.