I was once fixed now set free. No one can ever again try to swing me. But in another world they would say oui, you are bound to be absolutely crazy.

I live in a flash yet can start a wide blaze, no mind or malice, purpose or ways. I shimmer, vanish, a wisp in the night, a fleeting whisper of energy, light. I dance on the anvil, flee from the steel; a tiny bright traveller, never brought to heel.

The first tells jokes, of which you might laugh, wonder, or rage The second can be taking paint from a wall, or clothes on a stage If you're lucky, you can still find me on a newspaper page

I am both imprisoned and boundless, My face is everywhere, yet none may touch it. I am chased and ignored in equal measure, No one may change me, Even from pressure. Tell me, what am I?

I'm not a knight, yet shine I wear, I glide across cotton plains with care. My face is hot, yet my touch brings grace, I smooth wrinkles with my flat hot face.