Nailed to a perch, frozen from stun Pining to see the fjord's lovely sun I'm in a cage, but I'm not for sale The previous owner is trying to bail Ipswich or Bolton, notlob, or what? I've ceased to be... ...this is getting much too silly.

I have the lock All that’s needed is the key With a twist and a turn You can get through me

Two knights at odds? Drop the first letter from my second word and I'm a table with letters

Some are built to fall Some stand to guide or protect Some exist to impress Others rise to reach the sky.

My best friend is Red and I'm feeling blue Everyone is wrong about what I didn't do The lady on my wall keeps my secret well Scratching the walls; my anxieties will quell A river of filth leads me to salvation Southward I escape to a southern nation