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.

My parents are French but I was raised in NYC. No green card, but a bit of a green sheen. Good luck deporting me!

I need to make a big shipment but this box isn’t large enough. Oh, you say that you have just the thing? That’s xxxxx!

In Granny's basket, treasure spun, soft as a cloud, a tale just begun. Loops and twists, tales so sweet, through nimble fingers, they fleet.