It grows in a bunch, Can be purple, red, or green for your lunch. Smush it and wait And sip something great.

Beside the hearth where embers gleam, In rising curls of scented steam, I settle in and softly stay, keeping cold and chill at bay.

I have no voice, but I can scream. I have no hands, but I can wake a dreamer. You might love me when I keep you safe, but you'll hate me at six AM. So, what am I?

The body of a sailors best friend Though most of which under the sea Eat drink and be merry, Active removal of the things you nay eat The stems and leaves and other things From your favorite berry

The dish ran away with my mother. Leaving the prongs bent on the head of my father. I am a perfect mix of both my parents. I am reliable despite being 'confused' in appearance.