I slip through a doorway when nobody sees, I’m pulled from a barrel to put minds at ease. I’m written, not finished- a plan taking shape, I’m the pool where contenders await their escape.

Four shapes beneath your fingers lie A cross, a circle, square and angles Tri . Where do these buttons rule? Reply.

I am big and mighty Erections is my task. Giant balls hang from me, if you ask. Don’t be intimidated, by my size. You’ll have fun riding me, once you acclimatise.

I am shaped by creasing, but I do not look crumpled. People often Practice me.

I have keys but no locks. I have space but no room. You can enter, but can’t go outside