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.

A shellfish, a crafting tool, a beauty aid. You might open boxes with this mighty blade. Described a lot as sharp or keen, in pop sci-fi a ship I've been. Sized to fit your hand and cheaply sold, Im made of steel but worth my weight in gold.

At two syllables, I am very common, drab and gray. My first sound could be a butt, my second could be blame. But do not blame it on the butt, even though that is nearly my name.