~~~People actually LIKE the insane spoon stuff?! Whoaaa!! Just for you people, I wrote another spoony story... starring... (As usual in the Spoon stories...) our beloved and glorious Potion Master, Severus Snape! And I guess you all know the disclaimer, so just read the story and have some spoony fun!~~~

This is the story of a man whom spoon changed his whole life.



Me and my spoon went out for a small walk

When suddenly Malfoy appeared, he wished to talk.

So I said 'Yes, sure.' And I lay my spoon on the ground

And the next moment it was nowhere to be found!

Who could have stolen my wonderful spoon?!

I didn't had to think long, I knew the answer soon:

Why, it was that Potter, I immediately thought, who else could it be?!

Malfoy said quickly 'Sir, it was defiantly NOT me!'

No, of course it wasn't him, the dear boy

'I'll help you find your precious back,' offered Malfoy.

Off we went for our quest, finding my loved one

He asked if it was OK to use the Avada Kedavra on Harry, Hermoine and Ron.

I thought about this for a second and then said 'No, Malfoy, it gives such a mess.'

'However,' I continued 'I'll give you points every time you kick Potters ass!'

And there he was, at the Gryffindor table, that damned boy,

Holding MY spoon, laughing with joy!!!

Oh how dare he, stealing my one true love!

This was something words could never solve!!!

I stormed up to him, Malfoy right behind me,

Only a blurry red mass and Potter was that I could see

Twirling my spoon happily around, laughing with the pathetic friends he had

My head felt like exploding, I was so f#cking mad!!!

I snatched my spoon back and slapped him in his face,

He was scared so badly, leaving a trace.

Malfoy grinned and kicked him very hard

He said 'That's what you get for stealing Snape's spoon!' Breaking his lil' heart.

We walked away, feeling proud of our 'fight'

That's what you get for stealing spoons, it's just not very polite!

Some time later I was drinking a nice cup of tea

When I heard Dumbledore wanted to talk to me.

I explained the whole thing, saying how Potter was such a disaster.

He told me he quit, and I became Headmaster.

Oh joy, oh happy day!

Now I can tell Potter I'll expel him, he'll do whatever I say!

I decided he was useless so I did expel him

Now he lives in a carton box somewhere on a street, resembling Tiny Tim.

This was my story, how powerfull spoons can be

Look at them like I did and you'll see

You'll become more superior than you'd ever imagine

And your spoon will become a legend.





~~~Hmm.. I hoped you liked this silly little... poem... I suck at poems, sorry!~~~