You type-meet, I say-meat. You want- cool, I shout-coot! I’ll fix your words ‘til nothing makes sense, then blame you for the offense.

If you go out with me, I'll frighten the birds I'll make your ears pop and you'll never be heard. You'll know I was there if a gun barrel is warmed, I was a huge hit when the universe formed.

A delicate potion from nature afar, I spend my life trapped away in a jar. When released, your neck feels the touch of my breath. I cling to you, then fade away to my death.

I make writing, but I am not made of wood or ink. You might see me in a older classroom.

With one eye open, I close holes up. Stab and turn, stab and turn, I do it flawlessly.