A pocket to pop Or a bubble to leave One gives medical help While the other may require it.

You want one when you’re trying to get inspired. You want one when you’re with someone you like. What you don’t want is one when you’re plugging something in.

I have no mouth, so I cannot chew. I have no nose, so I cannot smell. Yet teeth I bear through tangled hair; I part and smooth it well.

Ichabod’s horseman, This wouldn’t appease. A hard-headed helper, Shell of shell, to your seed. It’s made to absorb, Cracks it tries to impede. You’ll be this at the end, If you keep up bad deeds.

I border the blue or glide without strain, the same simple word for land or for lane.