The Weasley's Wizard Wheezes
A WEIRD little poem about Gred and Forge. I mean Fred and George.
Let's take a look
At Fred and George
In the Fifth book
When they got too mad
They mounted their brooms
And flew away glad
Then after this tale
They gwent to Diagon Alley
And looked for space for sale
They found and bought it
They had invented enough
Molly probably had a fit
The shop was full
Of pranks and tricks
Nothing at all was dull
One day they created
Something very perilous
And they should have anticipated
Someone getting hurt
Because it was a dangerous
Strangling shirt!
They got arrested for
Selling unchecked merchandise
their business was no more!
They didn't get off free
And got put in Azkaban
Which was right, I agree
Because of that poor muggle who
Was given that wild shirt ended up
As a cursed pile of goo!
A/N: This poem is dedicated to Leah00 even though it is "dreary and devoid of meter"!