Thanks to all of my lovely reviewers, you're stars, you really are!
Dislaimer: I DON'T OWN, GOT THAT INTO YOUR THICK HEADS YET?
The Vacuum Cleaner Revolt
On that faithful night
Of the vacuum cleaner revolt,
Sirius told himself
It wasn't his fault,
But he still felt the guilt
When he heard the wail
When the evil electrics
Got his friend Wormtail.
But Sirius sat tight
Through this fright
Coz it wasn't his fault
And this wasn't his night
In another marauder's kitchen,
The clatter of tongs
And the hum of evil dysons
Meant the end of Prongs
But Sirius sat tight
Through this fright
Coz it wasn't his fault
And this wasn't his night
He saw the appliances
Reach his last friend's house.
Everything seemed
Quiet as a mouse.
With a bang and a clatter
And a sound of doom,
Sirius breathed a sigh of relief,
As he saw the full moon.
A/N: Well, there you go, review please, be kind though, I only usually write serious poems,
now I know what you think, the words me and serious shouldn't belong in the same sentence,
but, FEH! I say, why can't I express creative writing in poems.
And all you cowardly anonomous flamers out there, you know I am the enemy of all flames, so
don't bother, or I'll chuck water at you, so HA
