When someone says that you've got an ugly one, they probably don't mean the cup that you use for hot drinks.

Deep in the ocean where cold currents flow, This secret is kept where the sun cannot go, A little rough grain will take years to grow, It rewards brave divers who search down below.

Heart of the season, with good reason. Porches, parties, lit with torches by the hearty. A latte never late, a pie or wipe for your brown eye.

I’m a little problem that starts with a twist, the more you try to fix me, the harder I resist.

These are made to be broken.