Disclaimer: I hate my poem!

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When Snape was a kid
He was always alone
He never had friends
So he played with a cone

But then his hair grease
Fell on his coney friend
And he cried for three day
Because it was the end

So now at age twelve
Sitting alone in his shack
He was biting his toenails
When he heard a crack

He ran like a lunatic
Into the next room
At first he saw nothing
Then he heard a boom

There was a mad evil woman
About to attack
So Snape and his invisible friends
All formed a pack

Snape jumped at the woman
And gave her a punch
But luckily she grabbed him
And ate him for lunch

Now we're all happy
Because Snape is dead
But who the fuck cares?
Let's all go to bed

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Disclaimer: I'm bored...