A tiny knight on a fabric quest, holds layers firm with metal zest. Secure yet small, it stands its ground, keeping your style neatly bound.

I am a wooden boat that never sails, rocking gently as the daylight fails. I hold a treasure, small and sweet, though I have no hands and have no feet.

The sands of time are ticking through one at a time. They live in a housing that gets flipped once they all travel through. They can be fancy or used in a game. Some parents use one for timeout.

Land locked I may be, yet pirates still my deck receives. Walking on planks these pirates must, just for a chance of glitter dust.

The Greeks called me 'flesh eater', For once I was made of lime. But a nemes of gold, More people behold. My owner's fame remains a long time.