I’m soft and white like a sleepy cloud, I don’t moo, cluck, oink, or get loud. I soak up flavors like a tasty sponge, In soups or stir-fry, I take the plunge!

Stone and shadow, cold and deep, I cradle secrets that never sleep. Chains may rattle, and torches die, yet none leave once they wander by.

I’m not a flower, but I smell so sweet, I’ll make you feel fresh from head to your feet. Spray me on lightly, and I’ll stay near, a little cloud of joy, always here.

I have cities, but no houses. I have mountains, but no trees. I have water, but no fish.

Poke and prickle, spikes and spines, my body’s covered all in kind. Too much water does me foul, but just enough I do not mind. But not just any, I’m quite unique-a. Look to me for Margaritas.