8 October 2012
There once was two wizards Wizard one and wizard two
They'd been battling it out for years Creating an awful hullabaloo
There were magic spells flying everywhere And potions full of green smoke
The villagers were fed up now Once they were high on a substitute for coke
Lightening flashed through the sky From one wizard to another
No one really knows how it started As they were actually twin brothers
There were cracks, bangs, squeaky pops And big noisy kabooms
Once they misdirected a spell And snapped a witches broom
"That's it!" the villagers cried "This is getting too rough!"
"We're living in a pyrotechnic nightmare" "We've simply had enough!"
"Time for you two to hang up your wands And cast your differences aside
Live in peace and harmony No longer shall your wands collide"
So wizard one and wizard two Took heed of the words they said
They only used their magic wands On bonfire night instead.
Pyrotechnic Nightmare • Opuss № I