A/N: I must be quite daffy, this isn't that funny, yet it's so weird I
can't believe I wrote it. I guess, as I said, I should lay off the coffee
and drink more water instead. (hey that rhymes!)!!!
PS DON"T OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS.
THE TREAT
By: LittleMaggie
Dumbledore had for himself a treat
A chocolate muffin with marshmallow bits,
Swirled in fudge and heavenly sweet,
Resting on his desk.
Then an hour later after the cake rested
It had disappeared, and at the crime scene
Two boys were taken in to the office (arrested):
Neville and Harry, and faced their headmaster, quite mean.
" Did you boys know anything of a candy
I had readied to eat at my desk today?"
Harry looked thoughtful, while Neville
Of nervousness, on his feet did sway.
" No sir, we know nothing." Neville said,
"We were just simply in the hall at the wrong time,
Please let us live, for if we don't, I'll be dead,
And what will my grandmother say?"
(Such news she will dread),
Neville added into Harry's ear.
" Is that a conspiracy you boys are plotting,
Which I can quite easily hear?"
Dumbledore had asked these words,
His frown growing deeper,
Harry knew he was scaling the hill of guilt
And the road was getting steeper.
" Where is the hard evidence,
the proof, shall I say?" says Harry,
" I say innocent until proven guilty, and since Neville's quite dense,
It just means they can't kill us just yet."
Neville let out a sigh of relief,
His eyes glittering a comical way.
" I wonder, myself, where the proof lies,
before I face my doomsday?"
" I see that the window's glass is out
and the shards, quite pointy,
lie scattered about,
we should clean that up."
Dumbledore said this with a bit of a thought
Knowing the custodian must have missed
That cob-webby, dusty little spot
For it should have been clean of glass by now.
" Also, you were both nearby
As I gave out my angry bellow!"
Dumbledore added, and Harry doubted
If Dumbledore would remain a nice fellow,
If indeed they were proven guilty
Which they were not,
Would they scrub floors the rest of their days;
Would they be expelled on the spot?
Dumbledore pondered, scratched his head
He looked at Harry, then Neville,
And then finally said:
" My boys, the case is quite odd, I must say."
" It seems you, Neville, are quite stout,
While you, Harry, are the lean.
Chocolate cakes Neville could do without
While you, Harry, missed dinner."
Suddenly something caught Harry's eye,
No glass on the inside of the room,
Yet there was a glimmer of glass outside.
" With all due respect," Harry began,
" I believe you're quite mistaken.
How could I have broken in from outside
And the sweets, supposedly, had taken
If there is no glass inside?"
" My boy, you're right!" Dumbledore exclaimed.
" Neither of you, in fact, can be guilty then,
Since that glass was broken from the inside out,
Though I know not how or when."
They turned their heads at the moment,
For Professor McGonagall was standing just there,
Her fingers wrapped round the heavenly chocolate,
The other hand running through her gray hair.
" Oh, I'm sorry, Albus, It seems I misplaced
Thus little candy, sweet and fudge-laced,
I hope you didn't miss it too much."
She explains, and adds: " I haven't seen sweets as such."
" That you haven't, Minerva! Am I glad you're here!"
Dumbledore turned to the suspects,
And as they shrank back in fear,
Said: " You're free to go, my boys. . ."
" . . . All that I now can wonder,
Is why the glass is broken!
Yet I couldn't be fonder
Knowing my cupcake is here."
Harry and Neville got out there mighty fast
And then Albus told Minerva the tale, she let out a blast
(Of laughter, of course), and she said:
"Though. . . I wonder what happened to my loaf of bread?"
Is this the end of this silly poem?
I hope so because the computer radiation
Isn't quite good for the author, my friend,
So here I shall end.
PS DON"T OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS.
THE TREAT
By: LittleMaggie
Dumbledore had for himself a treat
A chocolate muffin with marshmallow bits,
Swirled in fudge and heavenly sweet,
Resting on his desk.
Then an hour later after the cake rested
It had disappeared, and at the crime scene
Two boys were taken in to the office (arrested):
Neville and Harry, and faced their headmaster, quite mean.
" Did you boys know anything of a candy
I had readied to eat at my desk today?"
Harry looked thoughtful, while Neville
Of nervousness, on his feet did sway.
" No sir, we know nothing." Neville said,
"We were just simply in the hall at the wrong time,
Please let us live, for if we don't, I'll be dead,
And what will my grandmother say?"
(Such news she will dread),
Neville added into Harry's ear.
" Is that a conspiracy you boys are plotting,
Which I can quite easily hear?"
Dumbledore had asked these words,
His frown growing deeper,
Harry knew he was scaling the hill of guilt
And the road was getting steeper.
" Where is the hard evidence,
the proof, shall I say?" says Harry,
" I say innocent until proven guilty, and since Neville's quite dense,
It just means they can't kill us just yet."
Neville let out a sigh of relief,
His eyes glittering a comical way.
" I wonder, myself, where the proof lies,
before I face my doomsday?"
" I see that the window's glass is out
and the shards, quite pointy,
lie scattered about,
we should clean that up."
Dumbledore said this with a bit of a thought
Knowing the custodian must have missed
That cob-webby, dusty little spot
For it should have been clean of glass by now.
" Also, you were both nearby
As I gave out my angry bellow!"
Dumbledore added, and Harry doubted
If Dumbledore would remain a nice fellow,
If indeed they were proven guilty
Which they were not,
Would they scrub floors the rest of their days;
Would they be expelled on the spot?
Dumbledore pondered, scratched his head
He looked at Harry, then Neville,
And then finally said:
" My boys, the case is quite odd, I must say."
" It seems you, Neville, are quite stout,
While you, Harry, are the lean.
Chocolate cakes Neville could do without
While you, Harry, missed dinner."
Suddenly something caught Harry's eye,
No glass on the inside of the room,
Yet there was a glimmer of glass outside.
" With all due respect," Harry began,
" I believe you're quite mistaken.
How could I have broken in from outside
And the sweets, supposedly, had taken
If there is no glass inside?"
" My boy, you're right!" Dumbledore exclaimed.
" Neither of you, in fact, can be guilty then,
Since that glass was broken from the inside out,
Though I know not how or when."
They turned their heads at the moment,
For Professor McGonagall was standing just there,
Her fingers wrapped round the heavenly chocolate,
The other hand running through her gray hair.
" Oh, I'm sorry, Albus, It seems I misplaced
Thus little candy, sweet and fudge-laced,
I hope you didn't miss it too much."
She explains, and adds: " I haven't seen sweets as such."
" That you haven't, Minerva! Am I glad you're here!"
Dumbledore turned to the suspects,
And as they shrank back in fear,
Said: " You're free to go, my boys. . ."
" . . . All that I now can wonder,
Is why the glass is broken!
Yet I couldn't be fonder
Knowing my cupcake is here."
Harry and Neville got out there mighty fast
And then Albus told Minerva the tale, she let out a blast
(Of laughter, of course), and she said:
"Though. . . I wonder what happened to my loaf of bread?"
Is this the end of this silly poem?
I hope so because the computer radiation
Isn't quite good for the author, my friend,
So here I shall end.
