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