Dost thou crave a feast of layers bold, Where beef doth lie 'twixt bread of gold? Lettuce and cheese in harmony sing, A savory delight that peasants bring.

You stick your poles inside me. You tie me down to get me up. I get wet before you do. What am I?

I hide in strings and wooden keys, I flutter out on laughing breeze. I make your shoulders sway and swing, without a single visible thing.

I rest on one eye, a circle of sight; A peanut once wore me, a tycoon might. One lens of class from another age’s role.

In a bottle you'll find this creamy delight, soothing touch when skin feels tight. A partner to sun, to keep you bright.