Pansy Parkinson: I Want To Dance
I've always wanted to dance
To glide
Like an angle
In a leotard.
I'm not that bad
Madam Hidey told me,
I could go,
Very far.
But Mum and Father,
Wouldn't allow it,
There perfect Slytherin daughter
Performing with muggles?
Out of the question.
I tried to talk to them,
But they wouldn't listen,
Father above all,
Was most unwilling.
So,
I was sent to Hogwarts,
That magical place,
Without music,
Or dancing,
Or a chance at fame.
I took my place,
In Slytherin house,
Next to dear old Draco,
My future match.
I'm a pretty,
Airhead,
What they all expect.
Horrible to Mudbloods,
And Potter,
And the rest.
Why
Am I so cruel?
Why,
Do I taunt them so?
Well,
Its simple,
I'm jealous,
Or they're freedom.
Those Mudbloods,
They left this wonderful world,
Were you can do anything,
To come here.
I'm jealous,
That at any time,
They could leave,
And go back to be,
What every they please.
But people,
They never stop to wonder,
Why a person is the,
Way they are.
They will never stop to ask,
Why?