The Tale of The Bread
Now, I'm sure, you all know
That McGonagall had herself some bread
All fresh and well-baked
And it wasn't just something in her head
It was as real as you or me
And it had vanished too:
It vanished swiftly, easily.
This time, Malfoy was at blame.
McGonagall, after having quite a laugh
Over the vanishing candy of Dumbledore,
Came across quite a gaff:
Her loaf of bread was gone.
Now why on Earth is all this food
Simply disappearing at this school?
Dumbledore thought this riddle was quite good,
And wondered if Draco was the answer.
After all, the Malfoy heir
Had bread crumbs on his hands
Under his fingernails, in his hair,
And places unmentionable.
Professor McGonagall took him in her office
Along with his cheery crew
Crabbe, quite messy-looking
And the stupid Goyle, too.
" Do you boys think you can explain
The unmistakable way my bread
Had been stolen off of me?"
Draco wondered if this meant 'off with his head'.
He knew he looked real guilty
With the breadcrumbs on his body
But it was really quite by accident
And the cause: Ron Weasley and 'Harry Potty'.
For these two friends played a nasty trick
On the poor Slytherin boy
They had poured breadcrumbs on him in his sleep
And left him feeling boiling mad, and not as coy.
Now he felt as if his time was running out.
" I didn't do it, I swear!"
He began to shout.
" Why would I want your smelly old bread?"
" Yeah, why would he?" Crabbe said,
His brow ruffling and mad.
" You better not say he's guilty,
Because he'll go and tell his dad."
Draco didn't like this, obviously.
He said: " I'm not a baby, I won't run to daddy."
He then grinned mischievously:
" I do have some news for you, though."
" Oh?" McGonagall wasn't surprised.
She knew that Harry's every slip
Would be reported by Draco Malfoy,
Every single tiny bit.
" Yes." Draco began his tail of woe:
" Now listen here, for I won't repeat myself,
Harry Potter is my obvious foe.
Well, here goes."
" I didn't take your bread,
the bread crumbs on me aren't what you think.
Harry and Ron had to go and spill these on me,
While saying that I stink."
" I was sleeping then, but my ears are pretty sharp
I knew right off what had happened to me.
I chased after them down the hall,
Right up to Dumbledore's office, you see."
" That's when Dumbledore had to go and bring him in,
saying something about a missing treat.
I swear that guy's a total loon,
And all you people say is 'without him, Hogwarts isn't complete'."
Draco sneered just then,
His cold blue eyes showing he was saying the truth,
Though an opinionated truth it may be.
" I'll go kill Potter, if you'd like. Just tell me when."
" That won't be necessary, dear."
McGonagall said, trying not to laugh.
" But that doesn't cut it, I fear,
Since how do you explain my bread?"
" Really, Professor, I didn't even know
You had that nasty bread.
What I do know, is this:
Potter should have long been dead."
This was said by Draco,
His hate to Harry deepened now.
Just as he thought up a devious plan to kill,
Crabbe explained: " Holy cow!"
They all turned to face Crabbe
Who pointed at the door.
There stoop Snape, holding the bread:
" What's all this raucaus for?"
" I can't teach my class, with this noise!
I can't even keep my natural poise,
As I speak about the dangers of this meal -
It has sugars and fat in it!"
Snape sneered at this, and said (being the usual mean old git):
" I heard sugars make you cheerful,
And Neville can speak for the fat bit."
He looked at McGonagall with an angry glare.
" Why, Severus, you took my bread!"
McGonagall finally said,
And as she said this Draco left the room
His eyes filled with a murderous gleam.
Crabbe and Goyle left soon after
Realizing they were free to go.
Of course, it took them longer to realize,
Since they were abnormally slow.
This left Severus and Minerva alone
To squabble about the stolen bread.
Maybe that explains a bit more
From what the other poem said?
A/N: Yeah this was even stupider then the other one. Sorry about that.
Now, I'm sure, you all know
That McGonagall had herself some bread
All fresh and well-baked
And it wasn't just something in her head
It was as real as you or me
And it had vanished too:
It vanished swiftly, easily.
This time, Malfoy was at blame.
McGonagall, after having quite a laugh
Over the vanishing candy of Dumbledore,
Came across quite a gaff:
Her loaf of bread was gone.
Now why on Earth is all this food
Simply disappearing at this school?
Dumbledore thought this riddle was quite good,
And wondered if Draco was the answer.
After all, the Malfoy heir
Had bread crumbs on his hands
Under his fingernails, in his hair,
And places unmentionable.
Professor McGonagall took him in her office
Along with his cheery crew
Crabbe, quite messy-looking
And the stupid Goyle, too.
" Do you boys think you can explain
The unmistakable way my bread
Had been stolen off of me?"
Draco wondered if this meant 'off with his head'.
He knew he looked real guilty
With the breadcrumbs on his body
But it was really quite by accident
And the cause: Ron Weasley and 'Harry Potty'.
For these two friends played a nasty trick
On the poor Slytherin boy
They had poured breadcrumbs on him in his sleep
And left him feeling boiling mad, and not as coy.
Now he felt as if his time was running out.
" I didn't do it, I swear!"
He began to shout.
" Why would I want your smelly old bread?"
" Yeah, why would he?" Crabbe said,
His brow ruffling and mad.
" You better not say he's guilty,
Because he'll go and tell his dad."
Draco didn't like this, obviously.
He said: " I'm not a baby, I won't run to daddy."
He then grinned mischievously:
" I do have some news for you, though."
" Oh?" McGonagall wasn't surprised.
She knew that Harry's every slip
Would be reported by Draco Malfoy,
Every single tiny bit.
" Yes." Draco began his tail of woe:
" Now listen here, for I won't repeat myself,
Harry Potter is my obvious foe.
Well, here goes."
" I didn't take your bread,
the bread crumbs on me aren't what you think.
Harry and Ron had to go and spill these on me,
While saying that I stink."
" I was sleeping then, but my ears are pretty sharp
I knew right off what had happened to me.
I chased after them down the hall,
Right up to Dumbledore's office, you see."
" That's when Dumbledore had to go and bring him in,
saying something about a missing treat.
I swear that guy's a total loon,
And all you people say is 'without him, Hogwarts isn't complete'."
Draco sneered just then,
His cold blue eyes showing he was saying the truth,
Though an opinionated truth it may be.
" I'll go kill Potter, if you'd like. Just tell me when."
" That won't be necessary, dear."
McGonagall said, trying not to laugh.
" But that doesn't cut it, I fear,
Since how do you explain my bread?"
" Really, Professor, I didn't even know
You had that nasty bread.
What I do know, is this:
Potter should have long been dead."
This was said by Draco,
His hate to Harry deepened now.
Just as he thought up a devious plan to kill,
Crabbe explained: " Holy cow!"
They all turned to face Crabbe
Who pointed at the door.
There stoop Snape, holding the bread:
" What's all this raucaus for?"
" I can't teach my class, with this noise!
I can't even keep my natural poise,
As I speak about the dangers of this meal -
It has sugars and fat in it!"
Snape sneered at this, and said (being the usual mean old git):
" I heard sugars make you cheerful,
And Neville can speak for the fat bit."
He looked at McGonagall with an angry glare.
" Why, Severus, you took my bread!"
McGonagall finally said,
And as she said this Draco left the room
His eyes filled with a murderous gleam.
Crabbe and Goyle left soon after
Realizing they were free to go.
Of course, it took them longer to realize,
Since they were abnormally slow.
This left Severus and Minerva alone
To squabble about the stolen bread.
Maybe that explains a bit more
From what the other poem said?
A/N: Yeah this was even stupider then the other one. Sorry about that.
