DARK, MORBID LIMERICKS, INVOLVE COMFORT FOOD

 Really soon, doctors say, I'm going to have to die,

My last requests, place a chicken nugget on each eye,

Sew a hot hamburger and cheese,

Between my dead lips, if you please,

I need comfort food, so in eternal peace, I'll lie.

THE GHOST SHIP COMES FOR ME LIMERICK

The ghost ship appeared out upon the high sea,
It sang a song on the waves it meant only for me,
It called me to board,
I need not bring my sword,
For there would be no one to fight where I'd be.

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