Like Granny's knit of sugar and cream, Top it with cold, a child's sweet dream. In summer's heat, it's quite the treat, A pointed hat for your dessert's seat.

Change my last if you like potted nature, change my second to play a trick. But don't upset the pirate or he'll make you walk the entirety of me.

A close space for work and no fun but over all full of productive puns

With blades that spin, I make a fine surrender, On fruits and ice, my wrath I do engender. What kitchen tool makes smoothies, I then render?

I turn repetition into memory. I twist heads into surfaces. I push minds for answers. I prepare people for the worst.