You can pull me or push me Or slam me or stuff me I hold secrets or clothes Or whatever, who knows? In the kitchen In the bedroom or bath Or In your classroom of math

I can be a great work Or a child's view of cheese. A gentle starry night, Or clocks melting on trees. I'm hung for all to see, Bringing some to their knees.

I’m keeping my eye on you! ‘Glances at wrist’

This riddle is so new that it’s fresh from here

Body Increasing Kinetic Energy Freddie sang about his.