I can be golden and warm on a breakfast plate, or words of cheer at a party or date. Sometimes I’m eaten, sometimes I’m poured for a cheer, one word I share, both meanings are clear.

A birthday present deadly, a treasure most precious, An unlikely find in a dark, misty crevice. It binds without chains, draws all things round, Destined to rule, it wants to be found.

I can stand in opposition, I can catch a shoppers eye; I’m a surface made for working, or a move made to defy.

Long and short, narrow and wide, I shorten the gap, ignoring the tide

I have keys but open no doors, I hold a space but no room, I can return though I never leave.