I know a peculiar fellow,
Who's house color is gold,
But most of the time, as I say,
His tale gets very old!

Some people think he's grand,
But I just think he's blah!
Because he's praised so highly,
He has his own toy brand!

His friends are goodies too,
But they I can stand!
But when they act the hero,
I wanna kick 'em in the can!

Harry this and that,
What's the point in worship?
He's just a boy hero,
Who chases a cowardly rat!

You may think I despise him,
But that's not wholly so,
Because when it comes to hatred,
Draco Malfoy hosts the show!

He's a twitchy little ferret,
Not merry, oh not so!
He likes to smirk and glare,
Or terrorize and so...

Another twitchy person,
That witchy pug-nosed girl.
She's a tramp and a flirt,
And an all-around squicky one!

That's my poem so be happy,
And hate the Potter way,
But as I've said, I'll say one more...
Harry's got his own toys...
IN THIRTY FRIGGIN' STORES!