Find me in a park, at the beach or bus stop. Put your face on me, a picnic or a tushy. But I don't promise to be soft or cushy.

What's the difference between a well dressed man on a unicycle and a poorly dressed man on a bike?

Once defined by a logical man as repetition with expected change, The common man may describe me as behaviour that is strange, Criminals may use to me to plea unsoundness of mind, But the clinical community have left this term long behind

I'm one for a coverup, but I am no swimsuit. When truth's hard to handle, I trim and dilute.

Shiver me timbers, when the sun dips low, and shadows creep, what be the hour the scallywags know?