Give me a prompt - fandom or otherwise - and I shall turn it into a limerick. Or, failing that, a haiku, or whatever else takes my fancy.


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(To the tune of The Music of the Night.)

Holocaust of the Opera

Night-time highlights lethal radiation,
Glowing, sparkling, blanketing the nation.
End of World War Three,
End of all humanity,
End of suffering, end of hatred, end of love.
End of all but the empty skies above.


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( This isn’t a very nice limerick, but then, how many words can you think of that rhyme with defenestration? )

I must over the seas again, with the ocean's cry in my heart,
And a battered hat and a loyal crew and the gift of a day's head start;
And all I need is my black ship with her black sails shaking,
And a wild chase and a wild plan and freedom for the taking.

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