The Paroles Of JK

So spake a friend of mine

Tweeting from afar.

I could not simply let this lie,

This foolish genie in a jar,

Be exhumed and so inhaled

By those young minds

Who my friend failed

I am disgust. And so I find

This girl entirely blamed of crimes

So purple and so cup-of-tea

They shake the hands and give the time

And then, in cheek, walk up a tree.

“I shall not have this!” thundered I.

“Nor I!” sniffed Foot. “Nor I!” spake Wrist.

“I shall have nonsense; non sense, I’ll try,

Although I’m sure some rhymes I’ll mist.

In reading on, and up, and down,

And maybe up again. Or not.

Dear croc, oh please, oh please don’t frown,

Or else I’ll eat this little tot.

Fear not, for those with babes at hand.

I’d never touch their hairy heads

You see my tot is not so bland

He’s made of jelly, and badly red.

By now the strangeness of these words

Should start to plague your mind

(Actually - I rather hope - you lost it at the third)

If meaning, then, you wish to find,

Come look again for me

Search high and low

And far and near

And try to find my toe.

Well, I hope that makes things clearer.