A grand display for peering eyes, a parade of sights that mesmerize. Frames hold the scene, reveal the stage, unveiling stories on life's vast page.

I can pop, but I'm not a balloon With age, I might look like a prune I can have a grade, but have no class Located where one might pass some gas Aided with cream, you might guess a pimple But my causes may not be quite as simple To get one, you'd be pained and annoyed For I am a...

Add a C to the start and tell time Open with a twist or a turn If you break it, it's a crime Or call it a guarantee that you'll earn

I am not king, though close in line, In palace halls I’m dressed to shine. Yet in old tales, one kiss may wait, to free me from a pond-bound fate.

If you ask me for a big ol' lump sum. Life insurance will be dumping the funds. Should you ask me to reverse the accident. You'd best zombie-proof the kitchen cabinets.