Quill to Parchment

by Belenzie

Ever wonder how all those many pieces of parchment feel, with are the crumbling, tearing, and ink smearing?, well here's a little POEM to help you all understand might become a series.

A/N: just so you all know poetry is not my strong point………….but I needed to put something down, just so I could be sure my account was working. This started out as a poem about Severus, but alas this is what my brain spat out. It was also going to be a one-shot, but now I think it will be a series of poems about ……………………well parchment and the ordeals it goes through while being the select material for the wizarding community. I might go into a spin-off series about quills and inkpots lol. Of course it depends on you people, so read, review( if you want) and tell me if I've kept my head too close to the potion fumes?

Quill on Parchment

Bezoar, Jupiter, Mandrtake, tea

What else will you all write on me?

To scratch, splotch and cross right out,

You mumble, snicker, curse and pout.

Red, black, green, blue and puce,

Why cover me with all that nasty juice?

To me it will always cause a bereavement

When, someone puts an inky quill to parchment.

Belenzie

So what do you all think? Any form of review is welcome…….seriously