Take away the first and a problem you have Keep it and wipe your nose clean A version of this can cover a calve The last three can trigger a courtroom scene

I rise or fall without a sound, to hide what waits or what is found. On stages grand or windows wide, I choose what stays concealed inside.

A grand display for peering eyes, a parade of sights that mesmerize. Frames hold the scene, reveal the stage, unveiling stories on life's vast page.

Add a C to the start and tell time Open with a twist or a turn If you break it, it's a crime Or call it a guarantee that you'll earn

If you ask me for a big ol' lump sum. Life insurance will be dumping the funds. Should you ask me to reverse the accident. You'd best zombie-proof the kitchen cabinets.