You crossed your arms and huffed a breath of air, annoyed. Your mischievous pals were at it again, teasing you over your poetry, and although you knew it was all in good fun, you still felt a little hurt at their jests.

"Well, if you think poetry is so simple, go on, think one up and prove it!"

The twins shared a wide grin at your challenge, then Fred started:

"There once was a young maid-"
"-who couldn't get laid-"
"-for all her suitors were afraid-"
"-of her father, who had a lot of military accolades-"
"-and always sent them away-"
"-and also, he ran a buffet-"

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn't help but laugh a little, and muttered wryly to Hermione beside you;

"I regret prompting this madness."