Disclaimer: I don't own Icarus Allsorts nor do I own anything to do with LoTR. For this one, since it's a rather complicated poem, you'll find I'm twisting things very slightly to match alongside it.
Three: Icarus Allsorts
No-one had any idea of what had happened. One minute it was a calm and clear day, the next there was a mighty blast of hot air and fire. People were screaming as fires came to life along rooftops of straw and hot air wound through the walkways.
Was it an attack by gathered enemy forces who had survived the hunting King Elessar, King Eomer and various princes and lords had ordered?
No, it was a rather unfortunate problem caused by an overzealous young soldier who had heard of the supposed attack by those left behind in Mordor, who had experienced the Orcs special weapon that had blown apart a gateway, who had recreated it in a much larger scale.
Ulunon had not realise what evil could be done from one simple explosive weapon.
It was days before he realised how much damage he had really done. Believing it to be an attack from Haradrim or from remaining Orcs, Rohan and Gondor had gone on a hunt for them, subsequently causing a third war amongst those of this world.
This new war lasted 4 summers, approximately 30 million people dead. And all because Ulunon had been overly eager to find a way to prevent another war.
A little bit of heaven fell
From out of the sky one day
It landed in Vermont
North-eastern USA
The general at the radar screen
He should have got the sack
But that wouldn't bring
Three thousand million, seven hundred, and sixty-eight people back,
Would it?
- Icarus Allsorts Roger McGough