The sequel came down like a rock from the hills,
As heavy as millstones dragged down from the mills.
The booksellers trembled, the filmmakers gasped.
The publishers' hands were first clasped then unclasped.
They ran for their shelters, they ran for their lives.
They yelled, "We're in hiding until it arrives!"
The new Harry Potter book, which was scheduled last June
Was said to weigh roughly as roughly as much as the moon
It's certain to land with an almighty thump
That frightens the lemmings and makes the cows jump.
With Harry, Hermione, Ron and their sort
Requiring more pages than King Arthur's court.
The count? Seven hundred and sixty eight flat
It makes War and Peace look like Cat in the Hat.
Those wild trolls in Tolkien's tale
Would look like mice sat next to this whale.
Forget about reading, this book is a gift
For weight lifters looking for something to lift.
Those seeking a volume to press their wild flowers
Could press entire gardens or houses or towers.
The youngest, not yet ready to read Harry's tome,
Could burrow inside it and set up a home.
It's only the title I'd care to adapt:
The order of Magnitude might be more apt
A/N – A poem inspired when I was staring at version of OotP… hehe…