The sands of time are ticking through one at a time. They live in a housing that gets flipped once they all travel through. They can be fancy or used in a game. Some parents use one for timeout.

Land locked I may be, yet pirates still my deck receives. Walking on planks these pirates must, just for a chance of glitter dust.

A ball to see the future, or maybe to the past. A mystic orb that tells you how long your luck will last. A conduit for spirits both proximal and distal. This ball is not cheap glass, it is made of...

In a bowl, I spin and twirl, combining flavors in a swirl. From batter thick to liquid thin, I blend it all with just a spin.

The Greeks called me 'flesh eater', For once I was made of lime. But a nemes of gold, More people behold. My owner's fame remains a long time.