Wyn Roth's short poems.

• I wonder what the fishes think,
• Of oily smoke and greasy stink?
• I wonder what the boilers burn,
• As they make the big wheel turn?
• Does it feed on coal or wood?
• Laying waste where trees once stood?
• It speeds our travel to the west,
• But is it really for the best?

A fantasy (pathfinder) bard, travelling on a Gnomish steam powered paddle boat. It is very, very experimental and, perhaps, the first of its kind …

• The woman they all call Veronica
• Learned how to play the harmonica
• Then one fateful day
• She blew the wrong way
• And became a music phenomena.

A short poem, as we tried to work out what we knew about a woman called Veronica. It turned out that we knew nothing at all.

• Doodle doodle doo,
• The Princess lost her shoe.
• Her Highness hopped,
• The fiddler stopped,
• Not knowing what to do.

Claire (AKA the DM) wrote a second verse …

• A kick in the bum,
• From the clumsy one.
• The other shoe got stuck,
• So she gave it a pluck,
• Oh, a princess's sense of fun.

… and Wyn replied …

• The princess's shoe,
• from her hand flew,
• striking the oaf,
• on his noggin-loaf,
• before she walked off in a stew!

Once again, Claire replied …

• The oaf became mad,
• A bit more than a tad.
• He boiled some water,
• Until it got hotter,
• then princess meat stews what he had.

Just simple nonsense verses to amuse a child/woman Wyn was friends with.

And this one is By Poppy Pleasance - a Young Gnome who plays the washboard and clog dances.

• Tea, Tea, marvellous tea,
• there's nothing quite like it
• in good company.
• So please take a biscuit,
• the waistline can risk it,
• So please take a biscuit
• to have with your tea.