I have many teeth, but never bite. I turn around, but never roam.

A blade is lowered into my throat up to the hilt. When it is slid back out, no blood colours its steel. I perform this feat with ease, for I am well practiced.

A long dancing tail, No feet on the ground, I soar through the air, When things blow down. But alone I just sit, Which isn’t much fun, For liftoff what’s needed, Is others to run.

I have teeth but never bite, the first thing you grab when you turn off the light. I’m made of metal and need a twist, When I get lost I’m the one you most missed.

I’m the first three of five, when you do something in excess. I sound like a place you’ve gone, in the past nonetheless. If trash is around and it needs a place, I’ll take it happily. In a somewhat different form I’m a vessel to store your items, stack me on top of me.