I have a tongue, but I cannot speak, I have a sole, but no soul to keep. I wear sharp teeth or four hard wheels, Bound tightly to your toes and heels. Push off the ground and feel the glide, I am your ticket for a frozen or concrete ride.

A little square of chocolate delight, Fudgy and gooey, a magical bite. Fresh from the oven, warm and sweet, A tiny treasure, an edible treat. Some bake them plain, some call on Mary Jane, Either way, they’ll have you calling their name It waits in the kitchen, tempting you near, Whispering softly, Just one more, my dear

A wizards friend - A chemists partner, And with each raise the room spins harder. Out of my front Pocket it pokes. Addiction is Never a joke.

I have two long tunnels, but I'm not a cave. I travel with you almost every day. I don't have feet, yet I travel miles. I never move first, yet I'm always along for the ride.

In bunches tight I like to stay, on winding vines I grow each day. Pluck me fresh or let me age, either way, I’ve earned my praise.