When I dry, I get wetter. lol Don’t even try to answer sponge, mop, rag, or napkin. You’ll never guess what am I!

I rise, then brown beneath the heat, and often make a meal complete.

I envelop your points, yet I’m chiseled at mine. A tool for the bold. Ghost of forms, over lines. I draw your attention. I’m the neon in spines. At venues I’m mentioned, then a thousand stars shine.

Golden brown spongey stacks, extra syrup heart attacks.

Christopher Walken may have wanted more cowbell, but the Tin Man wanted this. Dorothy don't forget the hinges and joints!