I found a new and gentle joy
by accident one winter’s day
I saw a man on his new toy
so silent, pedalling away
oh dare I ask? I should, I say..
so what is that? I’d like to know
it looks such fun I want to play
so pedal, paddle, off I go.

A man, a maid, a girl or boy
can drift and dream of life today
this swish of oars, a cunning ploy
so silent, pedalling away
I disappear across the bay
around the bend where lilies grow
and shady spots with banks of clay
so pedal, paddle, off I go

The night they killed my wife and son,
a part of me was stripped away.
Do they believe that they have won?
Revenge is mine to have, I say.
I vow that all of them will pay!
For all their sins, I plan to sting
and settle scores without delay.
They'll feel the pain my wrath will bring!

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All gather 'round, I have a tale
(you may, 'though, find it hard to trust)
the sort to make the strongest pale.
I swear, declare it happened thus.
You'll think I need a therapist,
and 'though so many won't believe
and call it simply bovine dust,
I don't set out to try deceive.

Hear now the tale of Claire of Tieraton.
A Princess of the realm beloved by all
and though he wished as Lord’s do for a son,
her father loved her as he were her thrall.
An heir she was and raised in such a Hall
as few among the populace had seen.
She lived beneath Torgándon’s great Salt Wall,
but ne’er did Claire e’er think herself a Queen.

The poison from the lips of men has spread
Their gentle words are fully crafted lies,
deceiving elves who think they'll share their bread
when schemes are hatched beyond the elfin eyes
The greedy King of men is cutting ties,
he wants to cause the orcs and elves to fight,
to be the pawns he sends and then denies
Beware! The hands that strike within the night!

Oh Rick was young, so full of hopes and dreams.
A boy, not quite a man, a son, a beau
A lad who lived for bikes and mates and schemes
He rode for life, for fun, to fly and flow
His light was bright, his heart was there on show.
So hard he tried to ride his ghosts away
A phantom freak behind the headlamps glow
the need to race, survive and seize the day.

My aunt was standing on the table top
while screaming out an eardrum-piercing tone.
My mum had raised aloft a dirty mop
and tried to call my father on the phone.
She yelled at us to leave the door, and moaned,
'All stay outside.' - She was in such a state
of increased female-form testosterone,
the day the snake was hiding in the grate.

Well! Life has patched her dreams with nightmare's lair
that filled the mighty void with awful tears,
and now her dreary days would fly to where,
there's nothing to bring out her later cheers.
Though life for long has been so fair and dear;
this mother lived in peace, and peace has brought
what God has oft to gift and bless for years,
but cheers, oh cheers! Now cheers are almost naught.