Me and THEJOOK13 started a rhyming game and I couldn't stop. SO this is the product I came up with. Check her story out to see the actual conversation.
Ya, this is a poem fail.
Disclaimer: I don't own HP…stop asking!
The Problem with Rhyming
"Omigosh I can't stop rhyming!
Jamie-boy help me, I'm crying!"
Sirius Black ran to his friend,
In hopes that the rhyming would come to an end.
The other boy stood and shook his head,
"Sorry Pads, try being quiet instead."
Silence was something he could not do,
So he went to his friend who was putting on a shoe.
"Wormy help me, I'm in trouble!
Slytherins hexed me now the words are in a rhyming bubble!"
"Rhyming Bubble?" the short boy replied,
"Try making sense, or else I'll die."
The short boy left and went on his way,
And all Sirius could do was rhyme all day.
Yet there was one more friend he could ask,
A friend who was always up to the task.
So he ran to the library as fast as he could,
To have his friend do what he should.
He found his good friend next to a pile of books,
And he sat next to him and gave him a look.
"Moony, dear Moony, please be pal!
I have asked everyone! I even asked Cal!
You see my friend, I have a problem.
If I am not cured I will be so solemn.
I can't stop rhyming, it is too hard!
But that's what she said, on that card."
The other boy stopped to think,
This rhyming thing was starting to stink.
And so he thought and thought some more,
Until the solution came to his brain's door.
"Take a word that has no rhyme,
Then you will be free of this poetry crime."
"What word has no rhyme?
Moony please don't waste my time!"
They both sat and thought a while,
Until an idea came with a smile.
"Padfoot my friend, oranges the one!
Now try to use it so then we'll have fun!"
"End a phrase with orange?
Well I don't know…
Hey look that didn't rhyme!
Now I no longer have to waste my time."
"You idiot you're still rhyming,
And so am I, what great timing."
They then gave up on finding a cure,
It turned out to be too much of a chore.
Then the next day at breakfast they did find out,
That everyone was rhyming without a doubt.
From the teachers to the students to those in between,
Even the ghosts who remained unseen.
They blamed the Slytherins of course,
I mean, it was about time they were knocked off their high horse.
-The End-
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