Harry's Sport

I play a game called Quidditch

I have to catch the Golden Snitch

The wind whistles past my face

I ride my broomstick full of grace

I hear a cheering very loud

As I soar above the crowd

A Bludger just came very near

Almost hitting my left ear

Slitherin keeps taking hold of the Quaffle

They cheat, and that is aweful

I see the Snitch and dive down

Almost hitting the hard ground

I have to catch it that's my plan

The Snitch is now in my hand

I hit the ground, it aches my joints

We receive 150 points

No sooner did the game begin

When Gryffendor manged, again, to win