Another Ode to (insert character). Hmm, not as long as Voldemort's. Oh well. :/
I am not responsible for anything other than writing this poem. And nothing in the poem belongs to me.
ODE TO BELLATRIX
Oh Bellatrix,
The fearsome one,
When everything is said and done,
What you'll hear won't be at all therapeutic
It's high time you face the music...
Your hair's a mess
It causes much distress
And your crowning glory,
Looks more like a lion's mane
Than anything else, we're sorry.
Oh Bellatrix, your hair's such a tangle,
It looks volumised from every angle,
I bet the hair itself could strangle
Anyone within the Bermuda Triangle.
The size of your hair is beyond perception
Because of it, there's no phone reception
You use shampoo, a gallon a day,
Your bills are quite a bit to pay.
We strongly propose a strait forward solution
To get rid of your look of perpetual electrocution.
It simply involves a stylish haircut
A little rebonding, and then somewhat
Your hair will look good, like in a Sunsilk ad,
And may even become the next great fad!
I realise that I only talked about her hair. Oops.
That just means I can write more poems on other aspects! :)