Almost a square, but not quite right; I have four sides, with two matching twice. All four don’t match, yet corners agree, so what simple shape could I be?

I’m not a sneaker, not a shoe, I let the breeze come dancing through. A strap on top, a buckle too, I hug your foot and follow you. What am I?

A weighty issue I provide. If you step on me, you may groan or you may get excited. I can also be used to describe something in a smaller or bigger manner. What am I?

I rest on tables, filled with fare, or race down lanes through open air. I cradle meals or chase a strike, I’m one word that lives a double life.

I'm made of parts That share my name, Yet don't assume That we're the same. They're bound in words, While I may roam, To some far place Beyond our home.