A slender thread of metallic grace, Connecting here and there with a trace, In the old days, it sang with a whispering hum, Carrying voices and electricity where they thrum.

I clarify for some, confuse for most, but I mostly sound like you lost your container.

In a shell of tan, a twin within, delight in crunch for all to munch. Often crushed to smooth or chunky delight, it spreads joy every bite.

Water snake? Lawn saver? Or portable garden fountain?

Without me your body won't run, My restorative abilities are second to none, Just lower your lids and drift into the abyss, Don't worry, this abyss is really fun