I can be smoked, I’ll make you feel pretty funny. Calling the kettle black is my MO, honey! I’m used in the kitchen too, to help prepare what you eat. Stir and keep watch, while I sit over the open heat.

I am born from a spark and fed by a fuse, A colorful spectrum of light you can use. I rumble like thunder and bloom in the night, Painting the darkness with showers of light. I reach for the heavens, then burst into flame, Yet smoke is the only thing left in my name.

A bow, a knot, a draw, I could be more than just these three. I can keep things up or down, With a twist first for security. If you cut me more than once, I will forever leave your sight. I'll appear before a fighter, But no one will win the fight. for TrulyRambunctious

If playing in the rain is your cup of tea and you don't mind getting damp, then leave this accessory by the door and your style it WON'T cramp!

Airports, amusement parks, carnivals, and stores, all of these places hold me in some way. Whether its for luggage, or animals, these things all spin round.