Sam I Am, Death Eater Style
The black robes billowed darkly,
Around a Potion's master, so snarky.
Stalking through the castle's halls,
Taking points in haughty drawls.
Terrorizing ickle firsties with glee,
Sniveling in tears they flee.
Into an old classroom he strolled,
In hopes of a scandal to unfold.
It was a creature he found, so odd.
It smiled at him with a little nod.
"I am Sam, Sam I am.
Do you like green eggs and ham?"
The professor was taken aback,
An odd little creature, offering a snack.
"Digusting, no". He sneered.
At a plate of green fuzz, he peered.
"Try them, try them, you might.
Try them; try them, just a bite."
He shook his head and scrunched his nose,
If he ate anything, it wouldn't be those.
"I said try them, and you must!"
He just eyed the creature with disgust.
"Try them now, nice I'm not.
Try them now, or you'll rot."
Snape shook his head, eyebrow quirked,
Eyeing the small oddball, he had to smirk.
"You think I'm funny, you will see.
Last chance now, while you're free."
Snape eyed the thing, and snorted,
Any attempts by it would be thwarted.
The creature rushed over, hands raised. '
Claws sharp and eyes crazed.
With a flick of his wand, and a swish of his wrist.
Poor little Sam fell to the shot of green mist.
Snape looked down and laughed at the pile,
Sam met his fate, Death Eater style.
"I do not like green eggs and ham,.
I do not like them Sam I Am."