A duck, a goose, and Jesus walk into a bar. They walked through a pond, a lake, and a river to get here. Who pours a drink first?

W is my shape, though M may be what you see, banished to space for all eternity. angering the sea nympths, the beauty of my daughter Andromeda and I made us flee. long enough on the run, I could not beat the beauty's toll, my vanity my ultimate toll.

My first sounds like part of a tool you may use to cook eggs, My second something you might find 'tween your legs. My whole's a flat bird that looks like it tripped on a rock, Hey - try having YOUR spine removed. It's quite a shock.

I’m a fragrant bloom both wild and tame, a word you’d use to call a name. Upon a pond where ripples glide, a frog will rest on me with pride. What am I?

I circle without moving I can be skipped, but not by everyone I'm carved in snow and pressed in wax I've carried names, storms, and secrets and when you follow me too long, you might forget where you started