Umbridge Bash..

I stare in awe, I twitch my brow,
I can't believe just what I'm seeing,
I turn around and take a bow,
For my mind just can't stop reeling.

It's pink, and yellow, mixed with purple,
It's more than eyes can stand to see,
It'd be more lovely as a gerbil,
Living in a holly tree.

Send it away I think revolted,
What's that monster doing here?!
Then I see she has concocted,
Fred and George's recipe.

She works for us, no worries there,
They say with spiffy high-pitched voices,
And I notice her blank stare,
As her head fills with remorses.

I'd love to see her toilet-scrubbing,
Picking refuse off the streets,
Table-serving or bank robbing,
Until her end she finally meets.

But I'll stop now, this is enough,
I'll go home and make a sandwitch,
But I'll remember when times are rough,
What became of poor ol' Umbridge.