One fills your eyes with quiet tears, one stuns a crowd with sudden cheers. Though opposite in how they start, one word belongs to every part.

The right angled triangle pirouetted and transformed, much to the delight of the ice cream

What does a baby computer call its father?

I shimmer in the heat, but offer no relief. I promise water, but it's only a belief. What am I, a trick of light and grief?

A heavy weight upon your back, Whether responsibility or horse's tack, You're sat in this if you have control, Grab the reins or handlebars and go!