• 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
• Until one winter's day
• She breathed 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.

Just a simple verse to amuse a child/woman who we were friends with.