I have legs, but cannot walk. I have a seat, but cannot sit. I have a fly, but am not an insect. What am I?

I make little sense when you break down my name , I don’t have any wheels, or engine in the game. I don’t need a leash to make me lay tame, I can be quite furry but that’s not the same. For to keep your feet cozy is really my aim

I’m small and disposable, yet hard to forget; some see me as garbage, but don't throw me yet! I vanish in moments with a crackle and snap, a curious comfort designed just to wrap.

I can make people bounce, but I cannot jump or walk. People use me to Have fun and jump.

Prominent part of the face, proboscis of prestige, where scents parade with a passage of pleasure, a bridge to breathe, and a sentinel for sneezes.