A full one puts a smile on your face. You keep on going like it's a race. But as my contents start to diminish, You'll start to think if you're ready to finish. What am I?
Look at me. I can bring a smile to your face, A tear to your eye, Or even a thought to your mind. But, I can’t be seen. What am I?
I like to stick my face on the window with my tail wagging for excitement, and I can do one, two, three or even more tricks. 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 ?
Trace your steps back. Find chunks of me. Do try to be smart. I go on forever, but the last safe holds my start. What am I?