Brazil, pine, wal, and pea. Or what you call someone when they're acting crazy. Turn me around, then at the end add an 'e' and then I'm something not all can carry.

I have five letters in my name Yet just one of them Bear the sound I make Who am I, I ask you then?

A sturdy bridge made of one whole wood, strong and flat, carrying you from one side to another without a chat. Unless you ask Rose and Jack, they would tell you that this would have been a nice addition with the door, with such chilly decor.

My subjects are honest they say what they are, A buzz, a splash, a rumble from afar. This strange magic when sound becomes word, Yet my own spelling trips every tongue.

Keep it on your head, or use it to clean the floor, just don't put it back up to when wet.