Fickle Filch
A funny little poem about our favorite caretaker.
Filch sat on the couch
Watching TV
The soap operas go on forever
Well, at least until three
What a hard day
it had been,
being kicked out of Hogwarts
but despite himself, all he could do was grin.
Whoever takes over
Is sure to have a blast.
The halls are in disarray
The floors are dirtying fast.
The students are wrecking
Everything they touch,
The teachers are praying that
They won't break much.
The toilets need cleaned,
The desks need a dusting,
The hedges need trimmed
And the trophies are rusting.
And the mud!
Oh, the mud!
At least this house is clean,
and the bathrooms don't flood.
But then Mrs. Norris walks in
Her fur wet and full of dirt,
And she shakes it all over, messing the room
Boy, she better run, or she's gonna hurt!
That was the last ever seen of old fickle Filch
Mrs. Norris got him bad
That was the last ever seen of old fickle Filch
It was messy, but not very sad!
A/N: My third poem! Woohoo! Please review! And read tomorrow's! 7-6-04
A funny little poem about our favorite caretaker.
Filch sat on the couch
Watching TV
The soap operas go on forever
Well, at least until three
What a hard day
it had been,
being kicked out of Hogwarts
but despite himself, all he could do was grin.
Whoever takes over
Is sure to have a blast.
The halls are in disarray
The floors are dirtying fast.
The students are wrecking
Everything they touch,
The teachers are praying that
They won't break much.
The toilets need cleaned,
The desks need a dusting,
The hedges need trimmed
And the trophies are rusting.
And the mud!
Oh, the mud!
At least this house is clean,
and the bathrooms don't flood.
But then Mrs. Norris walks in
Her fur wet and full of dirt,
And she shakes it all over, messing the room
Boy, she better run, or she's gonna hurt!
That was the last ever seen of old fickle Filch
Mrs. Norris got him bad
That was the last ever seen of old fickle Filch
It was messy, but not very sad!
A/N: My third poem! Woohoo! Please review! And read tomorrow's! 7-6-04