Across and down my clues are pressed; Small squares wait while minds are tested. Words all meet where letters are shared.

When the metal is soft and hot It's held to my face but fear not There's no pain that I feel For I'm made out of steel So hammer me with your best shot

I hide in strings and wooden keys, I flutter out on laughing breeze. I make your shoulders sway and swing, without a single visible thing.

Swish swish! This flexible blade is built rectangular, thin, and dull. Just the tip! I’m adding the triangular blade too, but you’re mistaken if you think both are the same.

I rest on one eye, a circle of sight; A peanut once wore me, a tycoon might. One lens of class from another age’s role.