Hermione's Dinner

A silly little poem about why not to listen to Harry.

On Halloween in seventh year
Everyone was in such a cheer,

The food was warm, the fun was great,
The party was to go on late.

Hermione was just sitting there
Now with her, fun times are rare

With her parents dead
There is not much else to be said.

Then she picked up a pumpkin pasty
Because Harry said they were really tasty

She took a bite, it sure was good!
So she ate more then she ever could.

She ate and ate, and ate and ate!
Again and again she cleared her plate.

Then Hermione began to swell
When she'd stop, no one could tell.

She floated up like Aunt Marge
Believe me, she was very large!

Down here no more Hermione Granger
but if she pops, we're all in danger

Of being smash flat.
Everyone: watch out for flying fat!

A/N: Thanks becca for review! For all of those who didn't: read the next poem to find out why you should!