Another that rhymes, my author desired
'Twas limericks and riddles that he so admired
To hide a relation
To earn reputation
and brighten your day through wordplay inspired
A puzzle I am, though not yet begun
Of words I'll speak later, each stanza has one
Their connection concealed
Your mind you must wield
Once gathered, you'll publish my scheme and be done.
Two parts both wound tight
Near my bridge they do meet
When you fancy a bite
Eggs and bacon I heat
Of efforts in vain
My partner's delayed
Things weak under strain
Or a sweet snack homemade
With only a few emerges a pattern
Like Sega and Goya exposed my friend Saturn
These next few you'll find
Are of the same kind
As those layed above left for you to discern
A thing often wasted
Though not touched or seen
A thing often tasted
Or known for its green
A man builds a wall
Without wood or brick
Another might fall
If that wall is too slick
Another that rhymes, my author desired
'Twas limericks and riddles that he so admired
To puzzle and jest
And never to rest
'Til you've been enlightened, an answer acquired
Warning: This puzzle was written in a land where caramel has two syllables, aunt is pronounced "awnt", and words of _ittle rhyme with _iddle.