I bend but never tire, I bear the weight of road and wire. I stretch between what stands apart, binding sides that drifted apart.

Pear-less I'm a secret chest, locked up tight inside my vest.I hide in sand and shun the Sun,yet serve on plates when day is done.Pry me open if you can- what am I both shell and span?

Soft as a whisper, rich as royalty's dreams, the fabric of elegance that drapes upon noble shoulders and glides like a cat's silent step.

I might hold gifts, Or something icky, I help with sniffs, So don't be picky

My first is a scam A real flimflam My second is Number Two