I sit on a knight, but I’m not a hat, I flutter and shine what do you think of that? I’m the top of a wave when it’s tall and white, I curl and I crash with a foamy bite.

This thing is popular for references to one way bathtub trips to family members. You’re toast!

Standing tall where paths begin, To let the light or stranger in. A silent trade within the frame: When I close, a window opens.

Fans spin up, and multicolored lights glow, A machine useful for many things, but the lights are just for show, There might be water inside, there's almost definitely a sink A complex conglomeration, we taught to think

In my grasp, the nectar flows, A chalice where the vintage goes. With stems so fine, I raise a toast, To kings and queens who love me most.