I work in construction, I hold things together. You can bite me, but it's frowned upon. Also, I can bite you back. I have a bed, but I never sleep. Men strike me repeatedly in the head to bury me. If I bend, I'm gone. You'd better be careful... I have a gun.

I shed my flame when the wood grows old, A tiny spark in the winter's cold. I do not breathe, yet I glow and fade, A quiet ghost in the ash I've made.

I'm the place you want to be If you're picnicking at the park. I'm covered but not enclosed Please leave before it's dark. There tables to be rented Under me you'll be tented. Keep my area clean for the next family There's plenty of room to share happily.

I have no voice, but I can mend, Bringing separate pieces together in the end. I pierce with silver, I bind with thread, Creating the clothes you wear to bed.

A man walks into his home to realize that all his lamps were stolen.