I sip every drop though I have no thirst, I’m busiest last when the shower ends first. I wear a metal crown and live in the floor, I also swallow storms, crumbs, and secrets by the score.

What has six faces but wears no makeup and has twenty one eyes but can’t see

I am blue, yet my smell is that of red paint.

Take away my first letter and you'll be in a hurry, but keep it and you'll be untangled. What am I?

I'm right under you. But take away my first and I'm on top of you.