I used to be cabinet-sized before I became small, my waves tell a story to you all. You turn my knobs to find a voice, what am I, that brings you rejoice?

A bag of holding, but you won't likely see it in traditional DnD games. It can hold all your change, but it usually stays the same. One at a time is good enough, but many design them. Louis, Chanel, Gucci, Prada, reserved in closets is where you'd find them.

With this prior to shots, it’s done by cops, Or it’s served Irish, twin burns when it’s hot. The cream in a bean crop, rises to its top. Contains the floats, of rooted pops.

Made from wood traditionally, the family meets round me you see. To sup and regale tales of the day, unfortunately they never stay.

I directed the masses in my day, but now I'm more often thrown away. The richest amongst you once sought to own me, but now I'm rarely if ever seen. I was known as the Gray Lady because I'm rather plain, but can you guess my common name?