Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know I don't have to put this since I don't mention names, but: None of the H.P. characters belong to me. They belong to J.K. Rowling and WB.
The Poor Little Boy
There was a little boy,
Always put down because of his lack of wealth.
This little boy felt horrible,
His soul was not in good health.
Every time he heard a dis,
Another part of his soul would fade.
People would always laugh at him,
His soul was damaged and could not be remade.
He had only experienced wealth once before,
But of course, as always, it had not lasted.
People continued to laugh and laugh,
It was as though his heart had been blasted.
This little boy was no longer little,
And he became sick and tired of it all.
This little boy wanted revenge,
Revenge to make his enemies fall.
Finally this little boy had reached senile,
His body so delicate and soul so sad.
This little boy knew his life could've been better,
If better had not been so bad.
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