I wave without hands and without shame. My owner's identiity is my full name. I am often found hanging or flying, I work without even trying.

The more of things you borrow, the more of me you get. I'm collected tomorrow, my name is simply...

I can be white or blue, but often a yellow hue. Sometimes I'm gold hidden under a red mold. A wheel, a wedge, a block, Are forms I'm kept in stock.

I'm often used each day, to wash the oils away. Do not stare too hard at my word, For I am not a fake turd.

I can make you go high, but I can't make you fly. In my center you'll find the fun, approach my edges and you'll be done. I'm stretched, pulled super tense, test my limits and be flung to the fence.