Broomsticks, Butterbeer, and Bertie Bott's
When you think of magic, what do you see?
Certainly not a violent tree.
Well, you might if you were completely insane.
But we are, for being normal is terribly plain.
Anyways...we're not here to talk about what you think of.
We're here to talk of the Ford Anglias above.
Harry had lived quite a mundane life,
Although his huge cousin Dudley caused him much strife.
'Til one fateful day when, in the post,
A letter arrived that made Uncle Vernon choke on his toast.
He thought ignoring it would cause the "abnormality" to stop,
Except that the letters soon began to drop,
Through cracks in the door, and through the mail slot,
And even in the eggs the milkman brought.
To remote places Uncle Vernon did drive,
Away from this "madness" that had imposed on their lives.
He stopped in the middle of parking ramps, fields,
To find a place which no letters would yield.
Their desperate attempts were futile at best,
For, at every place, there were letters! The pests!
Finally they settled at a hut in the sea,
Uncle Vernon happily squealed in glee,
"No one can find us out here on this rock!
They can't send their letters out here! They've been stopped!"
Harry was saddened, those letters were his,
And he never had seen what was enclosed therein.
Harry looked at Dudley's watch, which gleamed the hour,
And Harry realized he was eleven without even a cake to devour.
His wish would be granted, there was a *BANG* at the door,
And there stood a giant, and Harry would be normal no more.
Harry was a wizard, "And a thumpin' good un' too."
But this came as a surprise; He never even knew
About the famous school he'd soon attend,
And all the adventures that waited around the bend.
Harry didn't realize that this was only the start,
Of the things that would come that would break his heart.
At Hogwarts, there were not only spells to learn,
But trials to endure and trusts to earn.
How it all ends, no crystal ball knows,
He still has seven years, though, so he'd better stay on his toes.
For there is someone out there whom all wizards fear.
He is called "You-Know-Who," afraid someone might hear,
The Unspeakable Name of the Evil Dark Man,
Who had killed Harry's parents as part of his plan
To rule the world and be feared by all,
But had been stopped by someone who seemed too small
To be able to fight the Un-Fightable Curse,
But fortunately for Harry, Voldemort came off worse.
Now Harry has a chance to choose his own way,
Hopefully the right one, only time will say.
The end.
When you think of magic, what do you see?
Certainly not a violent tree.
Well, you might if you were completely insane.
But we are, for being normal is terribly plain.
Anyways...we're not here to talk about what you think of.
We're here to talk of the Ford Anglias above.
Harry had lived quite a mundane life,
Although his huge cousin Dudley caused him much strife.
'Til one fateful day when, in the post,
A letter arrived that made Uncle Vernon choke on his toast.
He thought ignoring it would cause the "abnormality" to stop,
Except that the letters soon began to drop,
Through cracks in the door, and through the mail slot,
And even in the eggs the milkman brought.
To remote places Uncle Vernon did drive,
Away from this "madness" that had imposed on their lives.
He stopped in the middle of parking ramps, fields,
To find a place which no letters would yield.
Their desperate attempts were futile at best,
For, at every place, there were letters! The pests!
Finally they settled at a hut in the sea,
Uncle Vernon happily squealed in glee,
"No one can find us out here on this rock!
They can't send their letters out here! They've been stopped!"
Harry was saddened, those letters were his,
And he never had seen what was enclosed therein.
Harry looked at Dudley's watch, which gleamed the hour,
And Harry realized he was eleven without even a cake to devour.
His wish would be granted, there was a *BANG* at the door,
And there stood a giant, and Harry would be normal no more.
Harry was a wizard, "And a thumpin' good un' too."
But this came as a surprise; He never even knew
About the famous school he'd soon attend,
And all the adventures that waited around the bend.
Harry didn't realize that this was only the start,
Of the things that would come that would break his heart.
At Hogwarts, there were not only spells to learn,
But trials to endure and trusts to earn.
How it all ends, no crystal ball knows,
He still has seven years, though, so he'd better stay on his toes.
For there is someone out there whom all wizards fear.
He is called "You-Know-Who," afraid someone might hear,
The Unspeakable Name of the Evil Dark Man,
Who had killed Harry's parents as part of his plan
To rule the world and be feared by all,
But had been stopped by someone who seemed too small
To be able to fight the Un-Fightable Curse,
But fortunately for Harry, Voldemort came off worse.
Now Harry has a chance to choose his own way,
Hopefully the right one, only time will say.
The end.