I have a terrible spin, but I never get dizzy, When I start to scream, I get incredibly busy. I’ll take what you give me and tear it apart, Turning whole into smooth is my favorite art. I have a fierce bite, but I don't have a tongue, And I’m always plugged in when my song is being sung.

Do you know how you can tell something is a dad joke? It’s. . .

Drop my last, and people say I am meant to be broken. Add an s, and perhaps you have a royal court. All together, I measure or make laws.

From woolly backs I’m gently shorn, to keep you cozy through the storm. Yet bear my name another way, and someone else may make you pay.

I arrive when noise is too much to bear, A soft little pause hanging quietly there. I am not silence, yet close in my way, A gentle command that asks voices to stay. I can calm a room with only my name, And turn all the chaos to stillness and tame. What am I, so subtle yet strong in my role, A whisper of peace that can quiet the whole?