Don't trade the family cow for it You'll need more than one to be full of it If you have something to say, spill it Or make some java and grind it

This desktop item made a teacher's wife and Persian god king blush. Not a pen or pencil, chalk, eraser, or a brush. Paper tried to hug it once, then let out a curse. But when it tried to cleave the rock, its feelings wound up hurt.

A cat in these would seem quite strange, though on the screen, he proved quite brave. For hiking, work, snow and rain, pull these on before muddy terrain.

I roar like a storm in a tiny room, turning still shapes into swirling bloom. I feast on fruit and veggies too, and only wake when summoned by you.

I'm not a famous baller, though we seem to share a name. Find me in a holler, forest, beach or such in similar vein. Built with haste, oft from waste, and left to fall asunder. But in a storm, to be dry and warm, it's me you huddle under.