The author would write feverishly
Behind doors tightly shut
Until a tragic accident
A fatal paper cut
Which nicked a major artery
And silenced thoughts and pen
And such a shame this happened
Between volumes 9 and 10
Which disappointed readers so
For those who did take tally
Would know that 10 would culminate
In the series finale
So his family thought real hard
‘Bout his final request
To have the series brought unto
An end upon his death
But greed did fill their thoughts and jailbait
Wife easily swayed
The minds of kin who never really
Liked him anyway
And so it was the pen bestowed
In hands of Cousin Kevin
Who finished chapter 10 and then
Went on to write 11.
Who thought it best the mom die by
Spontaneous combustion
And had grandma fall victim to
An alien abduction
And made a Frankenstein robot
A silent deadly killer
Which could be fine if this was not
A suspense mystery thriller
And in attempts to lure fans of
Romantic comedy
The two main characters hook up
In chapters two and three
And sales did dwindle drastically
And contracts they were dropped
And bad reviews flowed rampantly
All publications stopped
The author he rolled over in
His grave, looked on in grief
But if he just could breath a sigh
It’d be one of relief
For he did doubt his tired lines
Would fool his truest reader
The truth was he’d had no clue how
To end the damn thing either.
This post is dedicated to Randstein. We can only hope he makes it out of his series alive.