It's a rare object that makes the past unfold, A piece of history that you can hold. It tells a story from a long time ago, And it has many secrets left to show.

Typically made from ceramic or glass, fill me up with cereal or grass.

I can make you pucker, I can make you squint, yet squeeze me in a drink and you’ll notice the hint.

I've got a mouth big enough to swallow a jet, but I never eat a thing. Spell me one letter wrong and I'll hold your shirts instead.

A glowing black box that controls your mind, While your snack crumbs gather on your behind. Makes you ignore every chore on your list, And show you the drama you can't resist.