A sudden sound, a quick embrace, Ends in a moment, leaves no trace. In a jiffy, it can break, A single motion's all it takes.

I have many bristles but no hair, I dance across the floor with flair. I gather what you’ve cast aside, With nowhere left for dust to hide. I can be a win in every game, Or a chimney's brush by name. What am I?

A state of being when great effort is met with marginal reward. An asphalt marking when you accelerate while stationary. A lightbulb left on longer than it could sustain. What I feel when I repost my old open riddles as Liddles and see them perform much better.

I’m soft when I’m hot. Hard when I’m cold. Taste better when I’m a little salty.

Water them gently and tuck in the children Sing to them sweetly, sprinkle their food over their heads Nurturing love, and guiding hands, Whisper the magic words, 'I bid thee, I bid thee, Grow strong and swiftly,' Cozy in their beds, kept warm and safe, This home filled with light and all of the growing green things