I OWN NO THING. SUCH AS MT. DOOM OR LORD OF THE RINGS.
This is my fav type of poetry, btw. Limericks rock. V(^.^)V

One day Mt. Doom,
Was in a gloom,
The sun was bright,
and flowers in bloom.
It felt not evil,
But quite in tune,
With the distant song of a loon.
The rocks ceased crumbling,
The lava stopped bubbling,
And a butterfly flew,
Past the still Mount of Doom.

**copyright M.E. Bonk**