Oh, Here Go Hell Come

I'm baffled, my little Godzillas. Utterly, utterly baffled. Mostly as to how I got into my head that a 5-7-5 poem was. . .a limerick. And how I didn't notice this problem despite the multiple times I had to correct "limerick" (because my inclination, for some reason, is to stick a second "m" in there). Facepalm Cat is ashamed of me. I can only guess that I must have accidentally left a significant chunk of my brain under the bed in my hotel in Naples (which I recomend thoroughly should you ever need a hotel in Naples). But I'm also baffled as to how it took days --DAYS!!!-- for anyone to point out this error? It's not rude to point out that people are wrong when they are, children. As long as it's handled kindly and/or with humor (as it was here), it's actually a nice thing to do.

Since there's no way to turn back the clock and make myself less of a moron, though, I thought we'd rectify things by balancing them out a little. And so I bring you: The Here Go Hell Come Haiku Happening

In which, to show that we can work with others better than our good friend Calvin Tran, fabulous prizes* will go to whoever can best complete this LIMERICK**.

Tonight in the FINAL finale
Two Top Chefs will both try to rally....

And the rest is yours, my little poets and poetesses. Two shorter lines with a B rhyme, then a final 9 syllable line with the A rhyme following the feet scheme I've laid out above (which as best I can figure out is kind of a glyconic variation but this is hardly the time to start getting bogged down in technical terms, so just pace it out yourself). Do with it what you will.

* Fabulous being an utterly relative term; they will probably be the same as offered for the previous "limerick" contest to the entry with the winning haiku.
** Best as determined by utterly democratic vote; entries will be accepted until 6 a.m. on the morning of April 2, with voting to take place between then and the airing of the reunion show.