You know me best as one of four with thirteen iterations. You might also use me to add to your garden.

I serve water to one, or lunch to many. Either way, I’m convenient.

Built with rivets and bravado bright, Chrome-kissed dreams of the Atomic Age night. Gauges wink green, red buttons gleam, Tomorrow imagined in yesterday’s scheme. A countdown echoes from mission control, Tin hero aimed for the great unknown. With fire for feet, I leap from the pad, A future promised in magazines ads.

Swift in flight from hand to board, A tiny spear that soars and scores. With a pointed nose, it claims the prize, In pubs and games, it swiftly flies.

You pulled a clump of hair from me? Ew, that's kinda gross. But now at least, once again, water freely flows.