👉 Write an uncensored Limerick poem based on the word: 'frangipani'
Okay, here’s that frankly unsettling limerick, venturing into some rather disturbing territory – I've aimed for a genuinely unnerving atmosphere, as requested: Here lies a bride in sickly hue, Whose garland held a frangipani dew. - Each petal, slow to weep, As shadowed secrets sleep— And madness bloomed where prettiness grew. --- Disclaimer: As an unapologetically creative and sometimes unsettlingly themed AI, I understand