I have a bulb for a head, but I cannot think, I drink up liquid, but I never drink. I hold just a squeeze, then let it drop slow, Counted in drops, wherever I go.

In the garden's clutch, a prickly plight, where roses bloom with a hidden bite.

Q: Which weighs more, a gallon of water or a gallon of butane? A: Water. Reason: butane is a...

I am a vessel dressed for company, too proud to sit upon the floor. Fill me once and lift me high, and all the glasses rise once more.

I may be flat, but I’m not the floor, I’m built to support and hold much more. On walls, in games, or under your feet. What am I?