Tall and tight, in lines I’m laid, A wooden wall that guards the glade. Pointed tops in a sturdy row, Keeping foes and critters low.

A frozen threat, creating teeth from houses in the cold weather.

I have a handle but open wide, I hold warmth that hides inside. Steam may crown me, lips may hug What am I?

I hate rain. Still, they take me out in bad weather. All. The. Time! You'd almost think they bought me especially for this. To get back at them, I always pee a little in their hallway when we get back inside.

Guarding the desert with spiky grace, I stand in sunlit solitude. A resilient sentinel, I thrive where others wither, holding life within my thorny embrace.