I don't own Phantom of the Opera, nor do I own Monty Python's Flying Circus. This is the last madlib, since school is over and Carli and I don't need to save ourselves from the boredom of geometry class anymore. I hope you enjoy!
Exclamation
Adverb
Adjective
Qualifier
Infinitive Verb
Noun
Adverb
Past Tense Verb
Color
Adjective
Girl's Name
Adjective
Article of Clothing Plural
Profession
Boy's Name
Noun
Adverb
Infinitive Verb
Adverb
Adjective
Adjective
Fruit
Adverb
Adjective
Color
Adjective
"Exclamation" Erik shouted adverb. He had just found out that the Opera House would be performing the adjective opera, "Qualifier, for We Must Infinitive Verb Our Prayers." This was quite possibly Erik's favorite opera of all time, after "The Noun Menagerie." Adverb, he past tense verb down to his color lair. Erik wanted the adjective protégé Girl's Name (Person 1) to sing the lead as Margaret Adjective Article of Clothing Plural. In the Opera, Margaret falls in love with a profession named Boy's name, but he's already engaged to a noun. Adverb, they start to infinitive verb (at/toward/for) each other, and everything is resolved. Erik knew Person 1 could Adverb sing the part of Margaret, because she was adjective, adjective, and had a fruit. Erik adverb began writing a adjective letter to the managers, in his signature color ink, of course, to tell them of his adjective ideas for the opera.
"Drop your panties, Sir William; I cannot wait 'til lunchtime!" Erik shouted promiscuously. He had just found out that the Opera House would be performing the stately opera, "A Smidgen, for We Must Scoop Our Prayers." This was quite possibly Erik's favorite opera of all time, after "The Gelatin Menagerie." Pensively, he boogie boarded down to his ivory lair. Erik wanted the nosy protégé Jessabelle to sing the lead as Margaret Frilly Golf Socks. In the Opera, Margaret falls in love with an extreme ping pong player named François, but he's already engaged to a cat. Wittily, they start to pounce at each other, and everything is resolved. Erik knew Jessabelle could feverishly sing the part of Margaret, because she was smelly, ignorant, and had a persimmon. Erik superficially began writing a squeaky letter to the managers, in his signature violent violet ink, of course, to tell them of his dastardly ideas for the opera.
