Female humans who are good with with sheets and lines, will pay attention to the cut of your jib, and are happiest when land is far away. Start with an expensive toy, followed by the second half of a famous music festival and conference. Finish with something that can be good or bad, if you believe in that kind of thing.

Swipe left, swipe right, find a date for tonight. Tell me babe, is one of your matches right? Don’t get catfished, the pictures can lie. But if all goes well you could end up on cloud nine. Other than the app I’m something else too. When your hands are turning blue, use me to make a spark. The fire I create will keep you warm in the dark.

I’m built for burden, not comfort. You’ll find me stacked, strapped, or stowed away. My walls are plain, but they guard what matters. Open me, and the real story begins. What am I?

Brittle cold fingers Creeping down the eaves, grip tight Quiet! They bristle

I have a mouth, but no teeth to chew. I have a neck, but no throat to swallow. I spend my life full of warm company, yet I’m most useful when I am hollow. I lift the heavy and provide all with comfort, one small ocean at a time.