I can go on top, Or come before, I am creamy and moist, Whether salty or not. I have many imitators, But some would agree, That unless it’s the real thing, They can’t believe it’s not me.

News flash: someone has been going around town, stealing the wheels off of police cars. The cops are working ANSWER WORD to find the perpetrator.

Born in pairs, yet never twins by fate, I kiss the ground wherever paths await. I hold no voice, yet tell where you’ve been, Through dust, through rain, through worlds unseen.

I’m a tiny room with very big responsibilities. Emergencies happen here, reflections are judged here, and soap is often overused. Please knock. Dignity is fragile.

I curl when you pull me, I bow when you tie me, I dress up a gift. What am I?