When I’m performed, my victims choke and cough;

But when I’m placed, there’s room to move to get a payoff.

What am I?

I’m great to help old friends catch up,

But if things go south, I could be a real screw-up.

What am I?

I hate a trend, so I go the other way instead,

And I rarely show the top of my head.

What am I?

You often have many of us, but can only choose one;

Up, down, sideways—with us you’ve usually won.

What are we?

I’m animal and mineral, but certainly not vegetable;

Within me, a bit of optimism is very much detectable.

What am I?

I’m a 10 out of 10 when you roll a ball;

But in trading, crossing me could be your downfall.

What am I?

In terms of error, I’m always plus or minus x,

And when I’m implemented, in buying power you’ll see some effects.

What am I?

We’ve been players throughout history in philosophy, culture, and mathematics,

But we’ll also help guide you through your option mechanics.

What are we?

I’m a normal bodily function, sometimes considered rude,

But I’m also a tradable instrument, an alternative to Crude.

What am I?

I help you visit faraway lands with family in tow,

And sometimes I even tell you what direction you want to go.

What am I?

In fish form, I’m fit and feisty—I float but also box;

And when it comes to trading, I’ll help you correlate two stocks.

What am I?

In the office, when I’m bad, morale and productivity are thin,

But in trading, when I’m done deftly ... your loss might turn into a win.

What am I?

If a teacher gives too many of me, they’ll likely be met with sedition;

While in trading, if I happen, you’ll be long or short a new position.

What am I?

I move through the dark, night’s not an issue for me;

While on tastytrade, I mock my old pal, whom I know from the CBOE.

What am I?

When I arrive, what was is done;

And perhaps you’ve lost or perhaps you’ve won.

What am I?

When I’m done on a horse, you can ride away fancy-free,

But when done with a stock that goes too far, loss I surely foresee.

What am I?

In reality I may not be so flightworthy—I’d probably sink over soar;

But as a neutral strategy, if you’re right, I have some nice profits in store.

What am I?

If we exist, we’ve happened—that’s surely plain to see;

And the more of us you have on, the happier you’ll be.

What are we?

I can be a delicious smorgasbord—on a table, for instance;

One thing’s for sure, you should collect a third of my distance.

What am I?

The clock's ticking on, my pages are turning;

When theta creeps by, more profits you’ll be earning.

What am I?

In the forest I latch on, wearing shorts is imprudent;

While in trading I’m harmless—I just describe a price movement.

What am I?

A little kid might yell me out when Grandma’s out of sight;

And I’m the reason you should have rolled at 21 DTE, in hindsight.

What am I?

I can describe a spontaneous stroll, delightful and unplanned;

Or I can describe how markets move short term: pointless to try to understand.

What am I?

I’m an international spy who likes his drinks shaken, not stirred;

And I’m also a treasury instrument, through which an IOU is conferred.

What am I?

We foretell new life: closer together, all the sooner;

But we also mean collapses of IV, with market moves being fewer.

What are we?

I describe Switzerland during the war, not siding with any dominion;

But in trading, I mean directionally indifferent—not having much of an opinion.

What am I?

We can fix your car, truck, or motorcycle—we’re familiar with a motor’s logistics;

But we can also guide you through trading decisions, for we’re based on data and

statistics.

What are we?

Folks generally use two of me, anywhere to be conveyed;

And if you take off one of me, you’ve changed the nature of a trade.

What am I?

You may purchase a cinnamon one of me at the airport—a swirly type formation;

And you’ve done me if you move your trade into a different cycle of expiration.

What am I?

I’m the sound a balloon makes when it meets with dart or blade;

But I’m also the odds of making money, specifically on a trade.

What am I?

I appear at the start of a book, to guide you to the right page;

But I’m also a group of stocks—in a specific sector, I can help you engage.

What am I?

I’m a shrubbery that surrounds a yard, let’s say;

And I’m also a guard to keep a big loss at bay.

What am I?

I’m a sad sight to see—I no longer flutter and glide;

And I’m a mostly neutral trade with no risk on one side.

What am I?

If you learn me for yourself, you can fight off an assaulter;

While in trading, if you use me, your losses you can alter.

What am I?

If your “me” is good, you’ll be approved on a loan enquiry;

And when you sell an option, you collect me, guaranteed.

What am I?

I’ve gorgeous stripes and on hooves I walk;

And using less capital, I let you mimic long stock.

What am I?

We’re a girl’s best friend—just shiny rocks;

And collectively we make up 30 prominent stocks.

What are we?

Preschoolers learn the concept of me;

And if you have one, you own part of a company.

What am I?