An object with two forms, found not where dry The first form spreads its aluminum ribs to the skies, The other form, sharp as can be. A metal skewer to all whom sees.

Space-age capes that hug you tight, reflecting warmth on a frigid night. Not for fashion, but for survival, made to keep hypothermia at bay.

Silent architect of stories, giving voice to actors' dreams, its pages shape worlds unseen on screens.

'You can take this string of leaves and flowers to decorate the stairs with, Judy.'

These mellow fellows are like unemployed shoes. Like if your shoes gave up and got on welfare, watched daytime tv all day, maybe started smoking reefers. 'Going out? What for? The Price is Right is on! Let's order a pizza and get comfy, man!'