A/n: Hehehe...here's a poem I made a few months ago. I quite like it...though it isn't as good as the 'professionals' duh. Well. Enjoy anyway!
Quidditch
There goes the referee
There goes the players
There goes the seeker
And that would be me
There goes the beaters
Who beat those bloody bludgers
Off with their bats
While others play the chasers
There goes the chasers
Making goals for points
Off with their brooms
Saving goals of keepers
Guard of two keepers
Who play on each team
Any chaser who gets quaffle in
They're certain house would scream
Everyone knows their play
They each have a gut, no fear
As the crowd would scream and say
Encourage words of cheer
As the seeker clutch
That runny piece of Snitch
All the games end
In that Quidditch Pitch