I wrote this with a friend, who wishes to be credited as Barty Buffin, so tons of the credit goes to her, even if she is slightly insane. This was a bit of sillyness that started in one of our AIM conversations, and it just mutated into what it is now... Hope you enjoy!
J.K. Rowling went Bowling
Her bowling was bad,
So she got mad.
No, she was not sane,
When she rolled down that lane.
As the crowd watched in fear,
Her fate became clear.
She hit the pins,
And that is where our tale begins.
The evil munchkins exchanged grins,
They had planned so well, these twins.
"We solemnly swear that we are up to no good,"
They said as they did something no one should.
Their plan was to drive her insane, you see,
Jealous as munchkins can be.
For no one can compete with an author of great fame,
So they decided to play a little game.
They had planned this for a while,
Because they were just so vile.
They had changed their evil scheme of deceit,
Until they finally had one which left her beat.
Down from the gutter,
Rowling came back all bandaged,
As the evil munchkins said in a mutter:
"Mischief managed!"