Land locked I may be, yet pirates still my deck receives. Walking on planks these pirates must, just for a chance of glitter dust.

A ball to see the future, or maybe to the past. A mystic orb that tells you how long your luck will last. A conduit for spirits both proximal and distal. This ball is not cheap glass, it is made of...

In a bowl, I spin and twirl, combining flavors in a swirl. From batter thick to liquid thin, I blend it all with just a spin.

This or the stick, I prefer neither, win me with kindness, and I’m yours forever. They say I’m good for sight, it’s true, but too much of me turns your skin my hue.

Why not just eat a second dinner? It's not like you were gonna be thinner. Take a big bite, And you just might, End up as my new favorite sinner!