You sit at me for hours, though nowadays you can stand, for paperwork to computers I will always be at hand.

I’m full of tiny teeth but I do not bite. I’m dotted with holes of different size. I have with me a handle and sometimes guard. I care not what I turn into pieces, harder the easier - beware your fingers.

Above your brow, Move me right to left, A decoration, To show you're deft.

A living wall with secrets to keep, Nature's boundary, a haven for sleep. Trimmed and tidy, a sculptor's delight, Guarding gardens from morning till night.

I'm a misty expulsion, a pressurized play, From a nozzle I burst, then vanish away. I can paint, I can cleanse, I can cool with a hiss, But hold me too close, and you'll get a wet kiss What am I?