I wear a helmet, rugged and brown, From towering palms I tumble down. Crack my shell, hear water sing, A hidden lake in a wooden ring. White snow hides beneath my coat, Island treasure, sailor’s note.

I sit beneath your busy feet, a hidden room where shadows meet. old boxes, secrets, dust, and stone, the lowest place within your home.

This is the most trusted person in your life Firm, solid and dependable But it can also hit hard, the bottom of your life Perhaps you want a drink on me?

a trusty container in your everyday life without this you will surely cry

I’m a rhyming compound word who works hard so your hands are free. Sure, I may make you look like Quasimodo, but. . .