Caaria
Caaria was in front of a silver-flower outlined mirror, brushing her shoulder-length sandy brown-gold hair. She had a good tan, a small perfect body, and electric blue innocent cat's eyes.
Not, Caaria, Mary Sue
MARY SUE?
Who?
Now give me a clue, what are these that you hate.
Why?
They are the perfect boy's love bait.
They steal their hearts
And beat them up by using the Marshall arts.
Hmm, you say
Why would anyone want to create anyone this way?
They are always cute
The southwestern ones wear red bandannas and leather boot.
They are always so civilized, such a soft voice
But then you find them hoisting hippogriffs off the ground, their choice.
What?????
Yes, that's right, and they always have to fight
Voldermort and win,
They always have to get hurt,
And it's set up so Hogwarts worries
And their furry cat turns into a sorting hat.
What?????
Nobody notices the sorting has gone wrong
And that the cat meows the song
Incomprehensible sounds
And the first years never got sorted,
Dumbledore was to distorted.
What?????
And then suddenly she awakens
And eats 42 slivers of bacons
And she's the superstar, in a faraway land
NOW DON'T CREATE A MARY SUE, EVEN IF YOU CAN

A/N: I hated this, but hey, if you liked it, feel free to review. You can criticize me, but make it be CONSTRUCTIVE CRITISIZM. Thankies, oh yeah, JK's characters belong to her.