The design is hidden, seen by but a few once owned. It has many names, some cause attraction, some can cause false shame. It's found under what is usually seen.

I am a rumor the ocean refuses to swallow, A stubborn crown of sand and stone. Waves gnaw at me day and night, Yet I keep my lonely throne. No roads lead to my doorstep, No footsteps reach me dry. I float without ever drifting, A land that will not fly. What am I?

When I'm worn on feet, I am usually together with my twin. Don't trust him. I want to gently hug your fabulous foot with my soft cotton and wool blend. He wants to squeeze so hard that your foot falls off but luckily he's not that strong. I try to protect your precious paw from your stiff shoe. He allows holes to develop to give you blisters. I keep your little piggies warm and safe in my fabric tube. He looks for hard corners in the night for you to kick accidentally. Don't believe his crock. I'm the one and only good ...

The noble presence at the poker table, the space between the lines when performing music. Saved when embarrassed publicly.

I exist to sit in water, but you’ll panic if any gets in.