T'was the night before Harry Potter
and all through the store
people screamed "Ahgg!"
and yelled for more.
The new book was hung
from the ceilng with care.
In hopes that a guy with a ladder
would soon be there.
It dangled there
just out of reach
ignorant as young muggles
howled and screeched.
Then out on the road
there arose such a clatter.
As a man neared the shop
with the glorious ladder.
And in a moment their hopes were dashed
For from the parkinglot came an earsplitting crash.
They all looked away in disgust
as their hero was sadly hit by a bus.
But low and behold, he was ok
the fantics,who were watching,
shouted "Hooray!"
He got down the book
people coming to him in a rush.
He cried out
for his fear of being crushed.
Children ran after him
crazed by glee.
15 minutes later
stars were all he could see.
To there parents
the kids ran with their treasures.
And got in the checkout line
to buy this reading pleasure.
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My first poem.It's not much, is it?Oh well.No flames pweeze.
I'm allergic to toasted marshmallows.