Your boss threw you a party last week! There was cake, and balloons, and everyone pitched in a little for a card. There were a few tears, and plenty of laughs. Now that HR's finished up with all the paperwork, it's official, and you actually think you might miss the place now and then... What kind of suit did you wear to the party?

Round, oval, square, or any shape. I hold all sorts of goodies like candy, gifts, eggs or fruit. Woven, wooden, felt, plastic - I can be made of anything. Balls like to go through me as well.

I am not a plant, though gardens drown in me. I have no veins, yet I bleed the sky. I am countless, yet singularly blamed. I feast without a mouth, kill without a hand, and when I rule, oceans go silent. What am I?

Shirley Temple wears me on her head, Singapore slings me, and it sounds like Sundays aren't the same without me. What am I?

In the hands of a monkey I gum up the gears A simple design That’s lasted for years In heartbreak or sadness I’m felt in your gut Or, grip me tight to bust a nut