Curly crowns crave my careful caress, taming tangles with teeth in test. From buzzy bees to locks of hair, I gather and guide with gentle flair.

Woven walls embrace, carrying a cornucopia of treasures. From picnics to laundry, I cradle all with grace.

I'm actually a type of engine, though that is not my associated name. Instead I help churn, that for which will burn, as it moves ever or sits idly. When you're at the pump, make sure you grab the right one, where you may be behind a convoy.

I'm a five-letter word that we have all heard, and can go right before science. When something is off, this word covers all of the odd eventualities. As a single word, it’s commonly heard, often used to describe people who don’t quite fit in.

I’m not a jacket, also not quite a coat, in water i keep you afloat. Worn for fashion or just for warmth, but sleeveless is my passion.