I’m not a flower, but I smell so sweet, I’ll make you feel fresh from head to your feet. Spray me on lightly, and I’ll stay near, a little cloud of joy, always here.

I have cities, but no houses. I have mountains, but no trees. I have water, but no fish.

Poke and prickle, spikes and spines, my body’s covered all in kind. Too much water does me foul, but just enough I do not mind. But not just any, I’m quite unique-a. Look to me for Margaritas.

A toxic, leaching, heavy taint, you won’t find me dissolved in paint. To be in front, to claim the fame, just change the way you say my name.

A gift, for me? Oh joy, how great! Or looking at the current date. To show or demonstrate some work, to be around or simply lurk. All of these four share my name, but not always do sound the same.