Ceremony, clothed in ebony, one may require me. On the throne, clutched in hand tightly, please never ever take my role lightly.

I am a house that loves to roam, I take the comfort of home wherever I go, hooked behind a car, I’m ready for the road. What am I?

You see part of a pirate’s treasure, or a product of poultry. It is quite delicious, as I can see. It is usually sold at the Big Yellow M, where people gather up and buy them. What is it?

First four letters is something you do to a keyboard. Next six letters is either an occupation or a ghost one.

I’m the small, slick shape shore seekers shuffle the sand specked souvenir speech stretchers struggle to say Silent in my spiral, yet sparking the sound everyone swears I should make What am I?