Swipe left, swipe right, find a date for tonight. Tell me babe, is one of your matches right? Don’t get catfished, the pictures can lie. But if all goes well you could end up on cloud nine. Other than the app I’m something else too. When your hands are turning blue, use me to make a spark. The fire I create will keep you warm in the dark.

I’m built for burden, not comfort. You’ll find me stacked, strapped, or stowed away. My walls are plain, but they guard what matters. Open me, and the real story begins. What am I?

Brittle cold fingers Creeping down the eaves, grip tight Quiet! They bristle

I am a tool you use and a thing you do. Use me on wood and get told what to do.

Arr, one eye's dark sea Covers the horizon's storm, Sailor's hidden gaze.