A/N: This is probably the most ridiculous poem I have ever made. Oh well. Made for the: Different Genre Competition! (I tried, and therefore no-one should criticise me - Daniel Radcliffe).
Summary: A short poem on Harry Potter.
Once upon a time, in a cupboard far away
There lived a boy
Whose relatives always said nay
And so the boy played with his toy
It was a soldier with a gun
Which brought him much joy
Like the shining of the sun
Once upon a time, in a cupboard far away
There lived a boy
Who was told something on his birthday
"You're not a boy, you're a wizard!" which brought him much joy
But, he was also told on the same day
That everything he knew was a lie, which seemed to annoy
The very relatives who always said nay
Once upon a time, in a Wizarding place far away
There lived a boy
Who was extraordinary in his own way
Which filled him with both sadness and joy
A Wizarding boy who barely made an essay
But nevertheless started to enjoy
The world in which he was no castaway
But to that boy in a Wizarding world far away
Was made a prophecy
Which he had to follow and obey
A prophecy, which was costly
To one person it was a safe way
To another it was something akin to agony
As one life he held dear was taken away
Once upon a time in a Wizarding world far away
The boy was no boy, but a man
A man who had learned all about disarray
And set work to make a plan
To make the rules his to obey
To not be the superman
And that was how the boy, turned man, found his way
A/N: The end!