A yellow one is home to us all. another is ordered, with mustard and all. On a peg-filled board, I meet my fate. Three hits is all I can take.

I hold the march of time in view, With pages turning, days anew. Noting all things in my silent tome, Once on paper, now on your phone.

Although they swim with an elegant grace, penguins and ducks have one endearing trait. Once on land, with cute tiny feet, they move around with my silly gait.

A Norse god had one. The Roman god Spock’s planet was named for had one too. Make it a past tense verb and it is also an adjective that will describe those who overindulge tonight.

Three letters I have, but I must not jest, the answer is your main place of rest.