Instruments sing when I am tight, guiding balloons on a tethered flight. A puppeteer's friend, in webs I'm spun, binding things until my task is done.

Dark, rich, steaming cup, Awakening sleepy souls, Warmth fills the cold air.

This was the original payday loan place where a watch, a ring, even musical instruments were bartered for quick cash with the possibility of repurchase

I keep my golden face to the sky, following a fire that never dies. Rooted still, yet turning slow, what am I that loves the glow?

A formal event accessory for James Bond, or a fun take on pasta? You decide.