I’m the small, stubborn sentinel that bars the world from slipping in. Silent, simple, easily broken - yet without me, chaos walks right in.

From open doors I step outside, with nothing there but air to ride. The ground below comes rushing near, a daring dance with thrill and fear.

Winning me in a match has your supporters jumping with joy, Too much of something, and I runneth over Use me as a measuring tool for your recipes Or fill me up and kiss me to wake up in the morning

While my partner is round and gold, I myself am straight and jeweled. I am the authority a monarch must hold.

Round and round, I spin with glee, painted horses, joy set free. Here we laugh and dreams unfurl, in this whirling, wondrous world.