Oh my stars! A whirling dancer of the plains, Kicking up dust and leaving no remains. A funnel of fury, swift as a fox, Spinning its way through fields and rocks.

I’m a contained body of water, often manmade. Add an F to my beginning and I’m unreliable. Add a B to my beginning, and I’m a name for both males and females.

Ripples dangerously dancing towards the edge. Waves swirl until they can no longer be contained. Over the edge they tumble into the waters below.

A spear raised to the sky as if to challenge the heavens, The pride and the glory of the kingdom, Yet adorns the abode of heaven’s humble servants.

Be careful when near a certain town in southern England, you do not want to fall off a ...