A/N: A poem written when I was barely 10 to declare my undying hatred of Dolores Umbridge. Warning: extremely short and cringeworthy.
Umbridge is a toad.
You ugly little amphibian.
She should sleep on the road.
Is Dolores a glork-afibean?
I wish she were dead.
I wish she was digested.
I wish she was led
To be arrested.
She calls werewolfs and
centaurs "filthy half-breeds."
She has a hawthorn wand.
Herself is the only thing she feeds.
Dolores Jane Umbridge, I have something to say to you:
Pppppppppttth, you fat gitiot, you enormous little goad,
you cruel Inquisitor, you vile undersecretary, you stupid poo,
and I wish you were a scaly, toadish TOAD!
