Beautiful curls, an aerial maneuver, a handy tool at the bar. A roller-coaster feature, a twisting path, a punch in a impromptu spar.

A pair of aces up your sleeve Or a motorbike small and mighty? Then it’s me you’ve got in your pocket. Or you’ve got motion, like Pat Beverly On the team named for me, rightly. Mission Control, system’s go, think you’ve solved it?

We come in pairs, though not born, one for each, but we’re adorned. Hanging lightly, side by side, a little sparkle, dangling with pride.

Always circling around the sphere. Seeing all, have no fear. Relaying messages for your communication gear.

A block in the back, A sealer of a snack, Or something that holds ammo for an attack.