I fall on beds but never trip, A woven wave you love to grip. On frosty nights I’m snug and set - I wrap you tight. What am I yet?

I make you dizzy while riding something that isn’t alive.

In a restaurant I’m worn with pride, Hiding pen stains deep inside. I’ve got more pockets than a thief, Holding notepads, cash, and grief.

Remove the second letter and it becomes a fowl word.

If you own exactly one quintillion of this tool, You own a palindrome. If you own one quadrillionth of this tool, It might sound kinda like you could use it for mining.