Hey ppl :) Here's a very very very short poem that I had to make for English class, just thought I'd put it up here.
The Story of the Sorting Hat
- Saigon238
There was, and still is, a Sorting Hat
Sitting high up on a shelf.
Not speaking; just thinking about
Its choices, its songs, itself.
Every year, the Sorting Hat
Plays its very important parts
In sorting young wizards and witches
Based on their thoughts and hearts.
Year after year, it sings a song
Of the Hogwarts Founders Four.
How they created this magic school
And what happened when they were no more.
How Gryffindor was loyal and brave,
And Slytherin, shrewd and sly.
How Ravenclaw was clever and witty,
On Hufflepuff, you could always rely.
Many years after its creation,
The Sorting Hat met a boy.
A boy by the name of Tom Riddle
In a world he would later destroy.
He was only a half-blood by birth,
And yet was the purest of them all.
He was sorted into Slytherin,
And became the wizarding world's downfall.
Another few decades passed by,
The Sorting Hat grew old and flatter.
Again, he met another boy
By the name of Harry Potter
In this boy, the Sorting Hat sensed
Another presence, another mind.
That would be part of the soul
Lord Voldemort left behind.
Gryffindor or Slytherin,
Which house should he be?
In both houses he would do
Most spectacularly
When the boy first spoke to him,
"Not Slytherin, not Slytherin,"
The choice was made, the die was cast,
And Gryffindor he was put in.
Now from its place in the Headmaster's office,
The Sorting Hat mused to itself
"What will happen now, Riddle and Potter?"
And watched the scenes unfold from its shelf.
Constructive criticism is appreciated :) Review please :D
