To compose a letter to an abbreviated prison for female swans that can break swords.

I am a flower, but also a fire breathing lizard that you can break in half. Probably.

I’m bitter when freshly picked. You will have to cure me before I’m edible. Press me if you want to use me for cooking. I also like burly sailors with tattoos.

I frame a garden green and bright, with leafy walls both neat and light.

A tiny berry ballerina Danced beneath the summer sky. She twirled with sugar in a jar And waved her stem goodbye. Now dressed in ruby sparkles, She twirled into a glassy home Where toast and berries meet. What am I?