Though I never turn my chin, From far away I seem to spin, Sometimes fat and sometimes thin, I must be someone's next of kin. What am I? (Hint: I am not cheesy!)
I can be thin but not fat, In your body but never on your placemat. I'm always better when I'm fresh, but you'll never see me in the flesh. What am I?
You write on me and secrets I can keep. In places never seen. I spin like a top. Though stiff as a board, I’m often described like a mop. What am I ?
