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One day our young hero

So epic and noble and bold

Decided to knit some mittens

To prevent his hands getting cold

He went to the healer Gertrude

To find some fine wool for his hands

But needless to say and to his dismay

No colours to suit a man

So Eragon decided to find

His girlfriend named Arya

The elf doesn’t even have pointy ears

And wears a triple ‘A’ bra

But mighty King Galbatorix

A cunning and evil old fart

Took out his 9 millimetre

And shot poor Arya’s heart

Eragon was to slow for him

The King got away you see

So Eragon turned to the author and screamed

“Why did you do this to me?!”

She stared down at the young hottie

With an evil smirk on her mouth

She typed the next paragraph quickly

And Eragon couldn’t get out

He turned with a dramatic ruffle

Of his fine sapphire cape

When one hundred and forty three girlfans

With one thing on their mind: rape

They ran through the mystical forest

To the stunned girlfriendless lad

They tried to snog the poor boy

Who had issues with his dad

Eragon managed to escape

And run from the girlfans in fear

But then he ran into Brom

And screamed “What are YOU doing here?”

The old man had a confession

To tell the confused dragon Rider

“I’m… just a dirty old man

Who looks vaguely like Rob Shnider.”

Eragon gasped in amazement and fear

And set off down the road

He must have been going crazy

When he saw a rock that resembled Jeod

Then when he thought it was over

A mysterious stranger appeared

“Hi, my name’s Murtagh!”

“You’ll do!” he whispered in fear

So he followed the hot stranger

To the Varden where they would live

But Eragon couldn’t keep up

As his brain was much like a sieve

Then he and his mighty dragon

Saphira was her name

Met their foe named Durza

Who had dragon s**t for brains

They sparred each other ferociously

And then Durza said

“How about all of this fighting,

We go to my place instead?”

Eragon nearly jumped out of his skin

To find that Durza was gay

Maybe it was the leather or Gucci

That gave his cover away

So the author put her fantasy novels

Right back there on the shelf

And left the epic’s Paolini

And his cheap imitation elf

HAHA! can I copy it and put it on my bebo?

He made fun of everyone but the author so I think he meant it...

that was pretty funny. rofl