Add a little pepper, a pinch of salt, and you’re doing this to your dish. Another form of me has four in a calendar year.

Curly crowns crave my careful caress, taming tangles with teeth in test. From buzzy bees to locks of hair, I gather and guide with gentle flair.

Woven walls embrace, carrying a cornucopia of treasures. From picnics to laundry, I cradle all with grace.

I'm actually a type of engine, though that is not my associated name. Instead I help churn, that for which will burn, as it moves ever or sits idly. When you're at the pump, make sure you grab the right one, where you may be behind a convoy.

I’m not a jacket, also not quite a coat, in water i keep you afloat. Worn for fashion or just for warmth, but sleeveless is my passion.