Now, I tell you this now. I do poems that don't rhyme. Just like Edgar Alan Poe's the Raven never rhymed, it was still considered poetry. Though, this one rhymes it gets kinda cheesy.



A Hogwarts Christmas



Potter and Weasley snuck out of the room

With jingle bells ringing, ringing no gloom

And their little Santa hats hanging over their mischievous eyes

And wearing little elf pointed shoes and reindeer ties

A bag toppled over Potter's shoulder

It heaved and tugged like a great big ol' boulder

They gasped and breathed with great force

Almost had a heart attack o'course

Weasley shot up a finger, Potter's head was silhouetted with a light

They dare not get into a great fight

Their ideas were different and best not behave

They would of gotten in trouble in the hardest of ways

Do this and do that

Use a club or a bat

Trains and big stuffed figurines

With cloaks and bottles and little or no serene

"We shall ruin Christmas!" they thought

And then they were enlightened with two words; they bought

As they headed down to Hogsmeade, their bags already full of stuff

It could have easily been described as little bits of fluff

They dumped out the bags and snickered evilly

With bills and money from the east side of Philly

They threw a rock through the window and climbed right in

They stole all the candy and drank all the gin

Maybe would have gotten drunk

But would have definitely shared a bunk

They headed on over to Zonko's Joke Shop

And stole all the fireworks and broke all the mops

"CHRISTMAS IS GONE IN HOGSMEADE TOWN!"

"MAYBE NOW WE CAN GET THE ROYAL CROWNS!"

They laughed and they skipped out of the village

And had lots of stolen billage

They headed back to Hogwarts and into their room

And counted the money with all of a sudden they heard a great boom

OH NO they exclaimed and ran out suddenly

The first years were playing with a broken Filibusters Firework and somehow no one awoke, stunningly

Potter and Weasley gave a sigh of relief

And exited calmly with no vision of thieves

They exited the common room

And headed down the corridor to their almighty doom

MISS NORRIS, the cat, oh great

We kicked her in a spiral eight

We laughed and tugged along

With our bags full of pranks and yummy snacks called ding dongs

To the Slytherin common room we went

And were glad we never spent a cent

On little foolish pranks

And stealing little banks

For, when we got in, there was a great commotion

Draco and friends were up and telling us to come in my notions

Then they noticed who we were and gasped

But in the end, we all laughed

Christmas isn't about stealing presents or pulling pranks

It's about the joy of family and friends with big big banks

No no no, Potter and Weasley never learned their lesson

Big banks were never supposed to be a messin'

So, finally after a few hours acts

They gave in to joy and told everyone to watch their backs

Be nice not naughty

Don't be mean and hotty

Santa spreads joy

Not bad girls and boys

And he wishes a good Christmas

and to all a goodnight!