With this prior to shots, it’s done by cops, Or it’s served Irish, twin burns when it’s hot. The cream in a bean crop, rises to its top. Contains the floats, of rooted pops.

I directed the masses in my day, but now I'm more often thrown away. The richest amongst you once sought to own me, but now I'm rarely if ever seen. I was known as the Gray Lady because I'm rather plain, but can you guess my common name?

Unseen, it marches on, never pausing, yet leaves footprints on faces. It flies when you're having fun but crawls in a dull moment. It's the silent sculptor of history, tireless and relentless.

Soon to be found on a history page I'm going extinct, but I'll tell you my age My precision outdated as my honest face But take me for luck, just in case!

You don't see me, but you count me with care. Too many of me, and your clothes have less to spare. The more you have of me, the more I increase your weight. What am I, this math problem on your dinner plate?