The man who made it, didn’t want it. The man who bought it, didn’t need it. The man who used it, didn’t know it. What is it?

A place for your ticker; but not in your chest It holds what you love; and none of the rest More than a house; more than a place Here's where you go; when you return from the chase

Take out my second letter, and you get a crispy sandwich ingredient. Or the last name of a famous eighties dancing man. As a whole, I’m something that’s used as a signal for directing or warning. I’m usually quite bright!

I live in a can, and green I am. I live in a magical place, where counting often takes place.

My first four letters can be hard to swallow My two last letters is an onomatopea when you're hurt My whole is a feathery comfort