The Sorting Hat
iWormtail small, and quite green,
One day got Sorted by me
He is not a Brave Gryffindor
Or a smart Ravenclaw,
He could never be a loyal, just Hufflepuff,
Neither a cunning Slytherin.
I did a scientific menure
I belive mortals call it eeny, meany, miney, moe
It landed on Gryffindor
There I shouted it way to loud
for James's life is taken
Sirius has been miskaken,
Lily Potter eyes of green,
is now no more free
and now the young one
Has grown up in torture and misery.
Or it could have been Hemione taking the prize,
Her options are over the sky
For she is smart, loyal, cunning and brave
The Muggle born child will not go to waste.
In any house she could do well,
But she thought Gryffindor was swell.
Harry Potter
cunning, Smart, loyal and brave
Got in Gryffindor
It was a great decision,
for he has carried on the peace
The chillery and the bliss
Well done Harry and I swear
You dont belong anywhere
exept the house of love and fame
Gryffindor./i
So you see what I live through once a year,
When you hear me you will think,
Wow that hat is swell,
He could never fall down a well!
a/n: Okay that sucked, I will improve it, This is my first poem yet but it shows how much i appreciate the sorting hat, What he has done this is a look on how hard it is to sort like 200 students a year! Please CREATIVE CRITISISM ONLY so you might want to say somthing like:
This poem should be thrown down from the top of Mt. Everest then should be tossed in the Yarra River (it's in Australia) Then while people are canoeing they pick it up on their paddle, then should be put in the microwave for half an hour then should be cooled down and ripped into tiny pieces the tiny peices should then be put in the frying pan and then be put in the garden for the crappest ferteliser on the market!
iWormtail small, and quite green,
One day got Sorted by me
He is not a Brave Gryffindor
Or a smart Ravenclaw,
He could never be a loyal, just Hufflepuff,
Neither a cunning Slytherin.
I did a scientific menure
I belive mortals call it eeny, meany, miney, moe
It landed on Gryffindor
There I shouted it way to loud
for James's life is taken
Sirius has been miskaken,
Lily Potter eyes of green,
is now no more free
and now the young one
Has grown up in torture and misery.
Or it could have been Hemione taking the prize,
Her options are over the sky
For she is smart, loyal, cunning and brave
The Muggle born child will not go to waste.
In any house she could do well,
But she thought Gryffindor was swell.
Harry Potter
cunning, Smart, loyal and brave
Got in Gryffindor
It was a great decision,
for he has carried on the peace
The chillery and the bliss
Well done Harry and I swear
You dont belong anywhere
exept the house of love and fame
Gryffindor./i
So you see what I live through once a year,
When you hear me you will think,
Wow that hat is swell,
He could never fall down a well!
a/n: Okay that sucked, I will improve it, This is my first poem yet but it shows how much i appreciate the sorting hat, What he has done this is a look on how hard it is to sort like 200 students a year! Please CREATIVE CRITISISM ONLY so you might want to say somthing like:
This poem should be thrown down from the top of Mt. Everest then should be tossed in the Yarra River (it's in Australia) Then while people are canoeing they pick it up on their paddle, then should be put in the microwave for half an hour then should be cooled down and ripped into tiny pieces the tiny peices should then be put in the frying pan and then be put in the garden for the crappest ferteliser on the market!
