I have a throat but I cannot speak, you feed me as I get weak. My fever rises as the day gets bleak, you are by my side, you dusty little freak.

A piece of cake A portion of the take A bad swing that sends The ball into the lake.

Sometimes tucked behind my ear, other times held in my fingers. It's tempting to nibble its cap when bored, better that than its tip.

I am taken before I am given, I vanish when held, I return only when lost, And I’m never the same twice.

Don’t look at my mouth when I am gifted. I am in a race where people bet and savings wasted.