You asked for a poem,
About the Harry man,
So here is a poem,
I'm doing what I can.
This poem's gonna be,
Short and sweet,
We've just had PE,
And I'm dead on my feet.
Harry doesn't do PE,
He has Potions instead,
Until the fourth book,
We thought Voldemort was dead.
At the end of the book,
Voldemort came back,
He killed Cedric Diggory,
Just like that. *clicks fingers*
It was all Harry's fault,
Now don't get me wrong,
I like Harry Potter,
Or else I wouldn't sing this song.
But if he hadn't been,
Pulled out from the cup,
From which only a dragon,
Could ever sup.
And if he had died straight off,
It would have been cool,
But we wouldn't have heard,
Of Hogwarts School.
So truthfully,
I'm talking crap,
If you don't like Harry,
You need a good slap.
Now Harry's got,
To kill He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named,
Even though,
He feels ashamed.
Of what he did,
And who's now dead,
He often feels,
It should be him instead.
Wormtail, Moony,
Padfoot and Prongs,
They're there to help him,
When it all goes wrong.
Padfoot's called Snuffles,
Since he ran away,
Harry wants to see him,
Every single day.
Now this poem's ending,
I'm sorry it's not so hot,
But for the moment,
It's all I've got.
About the Harry man,
So here is a poem,
I'm doing what I can.
This poem's gonna be,
Short and sweet,
We've just had PE,
And I'm dead on my feet.
Harry doesn't do PE,
He has Potions instead,
Until the fourth book,
We thought Voldemort was dead.
At the end of the book,
Voldemort came back,
He killed Cedric Diggory,
Just like that. *clicks fingers*
It was all Harry's fault,
Now don't get me wrong,
I like Harry Potter,
Or else I wouldn't sing this song.
But if he hadn't been,
Pulled out from the cup,
From which only a dragon,
Could ever sup.
And if he had died straight off,
It would have been cool,
But we wouldn't have heard,
Of Hogwarts School.
So truthfully,
I'm talking crap,
If you don't like Harry,
You need a good slap.
Now Harry's got,
To kill He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named,
Even though,
He feels ashamed.
Of what he did,
And who's now dead,
He often feels,
It should be him instead.
Wormtail, Moony,
Padfoot and Prongs,
They're there to help him,
When it all goes wrong.
Padfoot's called Snuffles,
Since he ran away,
Harry wants to see him,
Every single day.
Now this poem's ending,
I'm sorry it's not so hot,
But for the moment,
It's all I've got.
