A/N - Ok well here's a little poem I wrote one day while reading Quidditch Through The Ages. There's probably lots of mistakes but it was really just for fun! Please R&R!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the Harry Potter books. It's all JK Rowling!
Quidditch
The crowd is rumbling
with excitement and delight
Waiting for the players
to come out and take flight
Ready with their
banners and cheers galore
Yearning to watch every
last hit and score.
Then with the sound of
a whistle
And the screams of
their fans
Fourteen players of two
different colors
Came out to clapping of
hands.
They played a good
game
Entertaining the young and old
But only one team
Would achieve a medal
of gold
Once they all shook
hands
Saying "Well Played!"
or "Good game!"
The bystanders in the
benches
All felt the same
Even if their team lost
or they won,
If they didn't care
or they were just there to have fun
They would be happy to
have seen the players on the pitch
And to have seen a good
game of Quidditch