AN: Hey, what's up? I was reading this poem on somebody's profile. It was the one about all of the people who died in the 7th book, and I couldn't help but think, 'Care to elaborate?' So my insane little mind came up with all these poems. I myself find them chuckle-worthy. So just read on, and let me know what you think.
Disclaimer: I can't believe I forgot to put this on my other story, 'Finding Grace'. Oh well. I'm too lazy to go back and fix it, so I'll just say it here. I don't own Harry Potter.
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"Mad-Eye"
He who always thought the ridiculous possible,
Which everyone thought of as implausible.
He who was so paranoid that he'd double back even if he were going to the grocery store,
Which everyone thought he was crazy for.
He who was a victim of a terrible scheme, ending up so weak he couldn't utter the counter curse "Nox"
And spent most of Harry's fourth year locked in a really cool box.
He who had a right to be paranoid, as the whole kick-ass plot of the story
Was filled with secrets, and slightly gory.
All I can say about Mad-Eye is, as his world was going dim,
His last thought was of Mundungus, probably along the growling lines of, "I'm going to kill him..."
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AN: There you go. Next chapter is a certain insane psycho's. By the by, I'll just add the poems whenever. I've already got the first four done. Fred's will be the last in this collection. Sorry, but that's the way it stands. Oh yeah. Sorry it's short, but I really didn't feel in the mood to write a seriously long epic.