Disclaimer: I don't own HP.
A/N: Okay, so this came from me being bored in class. Perhaps a bit lame, but I thought I'd share.
You need to read my stories Skye Night and Skye Night: The Final Battle to understand this.
Plus, I'm sort of mocking it…
The SN poem
The Empress faces her foe
And her lover bites
Merope is thrown into woe,
And gets burned by all the lights.
Life's a climb
Or so they say
But Anna's a centaur
Hip-hip-hurray!
Sage is a merman,
Siren, he says.
But, man, the guy's a lamb!
Zane is true,
'cause he lives without a moo.
But why would he bleat and do that
If he's a bitch (ha-ha) and sleeps (like a dog) on the mat.
Lycan's silent
(though still violent)
Fenrir stinks
And causes your eyes to repeatedly blink.
Tanya's pretty
(but petty)
Sev's a professor
That demands to be called 'sir'
Whilst Storm is a veela
And, boy, can she feel… a?
Rija's Zane's sister and a little horse.
She will be the one to (sort of) teach Merope remorse.
Laud's got issues,
But refuses to accept tissues…
So Anna kisses him
And… um… 'im?
Sage loves Zane
But he's being an idiot – weird and lame
He's mean to Zane and shuts him out,
Thereby leaving the true one to pout.
Through all the fun and all the games
They all stay grounded and the same.
So, they go on accepting and drinking their cups
While slowly , but surely, growing up.
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A/N: Yeah… I laughed myself silly…