I'm rounded at the bottom and you might use me to serve lunch. Wood, metal, or plastic, I make the perfect cradle. Use me to transport soups, gravy, sauce or punch, What am I? Well, I'm a long-handled ....

I'm one of four sisters, some may call me two faced. But in a game of lovers I'm half of what counts, what am I?

I have music, but no ears. I have a merry song, but no voice. I possess a herd of horses, but they never eat. They run all day, but never move their feet. I am always spinning, yet I stay in one place. I am a carnival classic. What am I?

The ocular result of onions cut, Or a can with a spout, When down, I'm diluting somewhat, At a hole, you can order a stout.

Colorful spheres of joy, tethered to dreams, rising with laughter and carrying wishes to the sky, popping with surprise when least expected.