Round or square and not always there. A rest for your arms, if a road were a chair. Appeals towards a sale, if it looks good from there. Speaking of It, underneath is his lair.

At night they can be scary, but they are right down my

I’m both a mess to be in, and a tangy snack to be eaten.

Settling any surface, A finger wiped will show me, I make you sneeze, and cough, and wheeze... If y'all don't like me, blow me!

I'm a metal mate, for a belt's long ride, Keeping things tight, with a secure stride, I fasten and hold, with a satisfying click, A small but mighty part, of a daily trick,