Minerva McGonagall sighed

When She read these poems she cried

Who would be this dumb and cruel

To write things like this? Fool!

The author then smiled

She likes the things here compiled

But then again

She was the one who wrote them

That was this professor's issue

And when she reads this give her a tissue

This poem is for her pleasure,

Well in an extreme sort of measure:

In her cat form

She was running and was nice and warm

All covered in furry fur

And because a toddler was chasing her

And finally he caught up

And made her live with his nice little pup

Who really wasn't friendly at all

As soon as they met they got in a large fight, a nasty brawl

And McGonagall ran out into the street

Let's just say she was badly beat

The highway patrol came

Later that day and a car was to blame

For the dead cat lying in the road

It's for her that I showed

Why not to mess with a mad

Author who's mindset is bad!

A/N: I won't be updating tomorrow cuz my sister is having a grad party today and I won't have any time to write, but please look Monday! 7-10-04 Erin