At two syllables, I am very common, drab and gray. My first sound could be a butt, my second could be blame. But do not blame it on the butt, even though that is nearly my name.

I am made of many grains and come from a mill. Heat me and smush me to make me useful. Cool me too fast and I'll crack like crust. Cut me and I'll sing.

I often have feathers, but never can fly, if I'm honest I tend to prefer those who lie; Your constant companion from the start to the end, when you need some support, on me you depend

On winter days so cold and dark, you'll be glad to see my mug. I came to you from the distant East, I'll stir you up or bring you peace. Even if you find me bland, you'll spill me to your friend.

I am the fundamental matter Split me and you're in for a disaster Join me together and the possibilities are endless