Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its affiliated characters. All nursery rhymes are based off of the versions I learned when I was a little girl sitting on my father's lap. Any further reference regarding the original nursery rhymes was possibly taken from Zelo (dot) com.
AN: There seems to have been some confusion regarding my AN at the end of Chapter 3. By saying that poetry is "hardly" my specialty, I mean that poetry is NOT my specialty. Prose has always been my first love; blame my practical-centered upbringing, if you will. That being said, I would LOVE to have someone with a background in poetry comment on this fic. Constructive criticism makes for a better quality fic.
"Sirius is Guilty"
Sirius is guilty.
Sirius is not.
Poor Sirius is sent to prison
And left to rot.
Peter is guilty,
And Sirius is not.
Trapped in loathed Grimmauld Place
He's still left to rot.
Original
Pease porridge hot.
Pease porridge cold
Pease porridge in the pot
Nine days old.
Some like it hot.
Some like it cold.
Some like it in the pot
Nine days old.
AN: As usual, please let me know what you think!