Push or pull. It may not matter, but sometimes it does. Or it can go both ways, just because. Or it could slide sideways opening your path. Are there more of these than wheels? I had to ask.

I guard what is grand, half beast, half man, buried in sand yet I stand. My nose met its fate, debated by hate, though time had its own heavy hand. I question all who pass my way, though silent in stone I stay.

For years now, I have championed a simple idea. The very tips of a pair of scissors should have a name:

The trends say that orange Is the new black for these. They’re stylish but tricky If you’ve gotta pee!

I make you cry, but I'm a kitchen friend, Layers of me, your dishes will trend, Cut me with care, and breathe with might, Chop, dice, and sauteed, to bring out my light.