With a furling beard, Dumbledore found life;
He witnessed Cho Chang and claimed her for his wife.
He approached her with care, but he felt all mixed up.
Dumbly followed Cho-Chee like a woebegon pup.
Cho-chee sought a muggle and deathmobile for play,
But they tired of their game and Dumbly turned gay.
Cho, desperate for affection, stripped bare as a newborn
And threatened her devotee with sadism, perhaps he would be shorn
Growing angrier by the minute, Choche cast a level five "Lower Ceiling" spell,
But in retaliation, Dumbledore threw Cho into a penis-bearing hell.
But Dumbledore was fooled, getting a cunt of his own;
Cho went for him with nails of a lion, liking her men with a little more bone.
An idea poofed into Dumbledore's head as he viewed Cho's wobbling teats,
And he summoned a gaggle of geese to feast on her treats.
The stratagem worked, and Cho shat in his mouth in defeat;
In her chinamen hat, Cho slept, not knowing her darling Dumbly
fantasized about beating her with a cleat.
At midnight, Dumbly fetched his spiked viking club and set upon the
sleeping Cho,
But, overcome with blinding passion, he instead fondled her ass like a cat ho.
Mission accomplished, Dumbly wallowed in feces.
The moon watched him sleep, who, like a peeping Tom, takes pictures of
all he sees
Dumbly's man junk grew back, with hair escaping the tip
The moon, who was also Cho, let a smirk grace her lip.