I rarely get recognition for my part in the whole. I guard against demolition, By filling in a hole. One by one I'm glued together, So that I won't move. Combined that I may weather, A wolf with something to prove.

I start as one tall leg, I spread into three, I squat and still, To make it easier to see.

One chair of many, Or one pressing weight, Though I'm often empty, I park myself and wait.

Smooth armor, guarding life inside, Oval cradle where dreams reside. From its shell, new beginnings glide.

Cereal, Ice cream and Soup all find a home in me before being consumed.