From a five-bladed wind tunnel, To a roaring stadium. I create a loud noise, whether to help you sleep, Or urge on with cries and cheers.

I legally bind you to provide paid services on a regular basis. First two: sound like the thirteenth. Next four: cunning, a scheme Last four: suffix, sounds like healing, restoring

Arr, ye tangled tapestry of the forgotten, where the sea's whispers weave in silence. Hidden in corners where shadows cast, ye be the ghostly net of dusted past.

Tripod or quadpod. For toads just a stem. This furniture found often in bars and kitchens.

I cradle warmth in my gentle curve, a dancer in a porcelain sea, stirring tales from broth to brew, yet silent as I serve.