Butterbeer
A strange little poem about why not to drink.
Swinging back and forth
Forth and back
Winky threw the empty bottle
Into the stack
One more butterbeer
Just one more
She picked up an empty bottle
Down her throat it was poured
Hiccup! Hiccup!
The world is spinning
She wobbled and tripped
Maniacally grinning
The drinks were warm
The fire was nice
For the rest of the night
This case would suffice
"Bring -hic!- another drink!"
Winky said
She put the flask to her lips
And her hand on her head
Another elf looked
At her in disgust
If visitors come
Covering her up is a must
She kept on rocking
The butterbeers would never end
Winky said she needed them
But now she couldn't fend
So they carried her
Giggling out
And when they locked the door
She gave a shout
Dobby ran in smiling
He looked around
"She's in the closet" one elf said
And with this he frowned
But then someone knocked
Him over the head
And so he fell over
Looking quite dead
Now the other elves smiled
As they locked him up too
Winky had passed out
And they threw away the rest of the brew
Unconscious in the closet
They laid in there
Forever known
As the drunken pair!
A/N: This is the most ironic poem I have ever written considering it was created today in health class during the 'Don't drink alcohol is bad!' speech. I don't personally drink and you would think that teachers would know that we know this but never fail every year... oh well. My only regret with this poem is that it took away from my nap-time! Oh well that's the way it goes!
Leah00- Thanks for the review! I'm not so sure how sensitive I am... anyway... I need some help from you! You're the only constant reader applause so, how do I get more people to read! Even I wouldn't want to read poems from some teen... HELP!
A strange little poem about why not to drink.
Swinging back and forth
Forth and back
Winky threw the empty bottle
Into the stack
One more butterbeer
Just one more
She picked up an empty bottle
Down her throat it was poured
Hiccup! Hiccup!
The world is spinning
She wobbled and tripped
Maniacally grinning
The drinks were warm
The fire was nice
For the rest of the night
This case would suffice
"Bring -hic!- another drink!"
Winky said
She put the flask to her lips
And her hand on her head
Another elf looked
At her in disgust
If visitors come
Covering her up is a must
She kept on rocking
The butterbeers would never end
Winky said she needed them
But now she couldn't fend
So they carried her
Giggling out
And when they locked the door
She gave a shout
Dobby ran in smiling
He looked around
"She's in the closet" one elf said
And with this he frowned
But then someone knocked
Him over the head
And so he fell over
Looking quite dead
Now the other elves smiled
As they locked him up too
Winky had passed out
And they threw away the rest of the brew
Unconscious in the closet
They laid in there
Forever known
As the drunken pair!
A/N: This is the most ironic poem I have ever written considering it was created today in health class during the 'Don't drink alcohol is bad!' speech. I don't personally drink and you would think that teachers would know that we know this but never fail every year... oh well. My only regret with this poem is that it took away from my nap-time! Oh well that's the way it goes!
Leah00- Thanks for the review! I'm not so sure how sensitive I am... anyway... I need some help from you! You're the only constant reader applause so, how do I get more people to read! Even I wouldn't want to read poems from some teen... HELP!