I’m a thingy A doohickey A new fangled whatchamacallit

The first three are the oldest son on arrested development The last three are what you do to get a London apartment Together they form a drinking, implement Think for a second and you'll see what I meant

I’m felt before known, I arrive without a sound. I soften the cold, Yet melt what once stood firm, I’m not hot, but I convince.

Emotion-enhancer. Background noise or foreground sound. Ear worm giver?

I shrink and I stretch, I chase clocks down rabbit holes. Sense bends where I step, Tea argues, rules unravel, Say my name, and wonder begins.