Soft island where dreams set sail, cradling weary travelers, yet never moving an inch.

A bourgeois crackerjack prize. Only this must be knife-pried. Careful with the dainty sauce, the vinegar can lead to loss.

Surely you know me, I strike one through twelve twice a day. Only if you're on me, will you receive your pay.

Between two trees string Lie back and swing Careful not to flop Or to the ground you'll drop

I’m hugged, I’m flipped, I catch your head, and spend each night on your bed. One side warm from sleep’s embrace, the other cool, your saving grace.