Weasleys & Quidditch
A Harry Potter Anthology of Poetry
By Mooooooony
Disclaimer: I do not own any parts of Harry Potter or its characters, and I am gaining no profit by writing these fictional pieces. As if they could ever be non-fictional. *sigh*
Potions Master
If you want poison, sleep, or death
I'll give you what you need
A cure for being blind and deaf,
Just drop it in your mead.
Take it once or take it twice,
It's better than a spell.
A mixture of the blood and spice
Of creatures born in hell.
Just a pinch of dragon tears
To ease away the pain.
Add the humour of a deer
To have some beauty gained.
Follow the instructions, now,
And pour the right amount.
Just one extra and you'll see how
Important it is to count.
Your health is in your own hands when
You flirt with potion-making
Just goof around or slip, and then
You'll feel your death is waking.
So if you do not feel up
To the subtle of potions,
I recommend you just give up
Your scientific notions.
For this is for the strong at heart
With quick and clever minds
And those who are, be set apart
And never fall behind.
~~
Not exactly my best work, I know. . . I just wrote it for the sake of writing it, so the rhymes make no sense and it's all real dumb. Oh well. I needed an update.
A Harry Potter Anthology of Poetry
By Mooooooony
Disclaimer: I do not own any parts of Harry Potter or its characters, and I am gaining no profit by writing these fictional pieces. As if they could ever be non-fictional. *sigh*
Potions Master
If you want poison, sleep, or death
I'll give you what you need
A cure for being blind and deaf,
Just drop it in your mead.
Take it once or take it twice,
It's better than a spell.
A mixture of the blood and spice
Of creatures born in hell.
Just a pinch of dragon tears
To ease away the pain.
Add the humour of a deer
To have some beauty gained.
Follow the instructions, now,
And pour the right amount.
Just one extra and you'll see how
Important it is to count.
Your health is in your own hands when
You flirt with potion-making
Just goof around or slip, and then
You'll feel your death is waking.
So if you do not feel up
To the subtle of potions,
I recommend you just give up
Your scientific notions.
For this is for the strong at heart
With quick and clever minds
And those who are, be set apart
And never fall behind.
~~
Not exactly my best work, I know. . . I just wrote it for the sake of writing it, so the rhymes make no sense and it's all real dumb. Oh well. I needed an update.