The first is spying, an anagram of spoon, The second is a hound, but with two g’s at the end, Tried to be a lion, but changed back again, Always be black and blazing.

The year’s top word, though my credentials are suspect, You’ll never get me, no matter how deep you introspect. Two random digits, meaning naught to anyone, But shout me loud, that doesn’t make it less fun.

I’m a little cubicle, sometimes for a loo An action to deliberately delay Swap my last two for F’s, and I become a wizard’s friend.

I am atlas standing tall, holding matter in my thrall, though magnets best me when mass is small. without me there would be nothing to mention. Still, my power can break dimensions. Two large bodies, creating tension.

I can talk, but I cannot listen. People use me to entertain and inform alike.