AN: I wrote this poem when I was 12 (7th grade) and I just thought of posting it. It's not one of my best work and bear in mind that I was young!

Disclaimer: I do not own HP (Harry Potter or Hewlett-Packard, take your pick cuz I don't own either of 'em). I'm just one of the people who have access to internet (which I also don't own, unfortunately)

Reading those enchanting books

Ignoring all the awkward looks,

I've lost myself in the plot

To put it down, I shall not,

The story speaks of a magical land

Too complex for Muggles to understand,

Hidden beyond an invisible mist,

Could such a place ever exist?

Where girls have funny notions

And brew romantic love potions,

Where you get on a broomstick to catch a ball,

Quidditch, is what the game I will call,

A place where a friend never seperates,

Ron and Harry are best mates,

Welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry,

I'm sure the weather isn't blizzardy (AN: Stupid, I know, but it's the only thing that rhymed!)

Read Harry Potter, borrow the book,

You won't resist and you'll take a look,

You'll read the books and realize,

How it feels to live in lies

P.S. Harry Potter saves lives!

OK, lay it on me. Was it that horrible? :]