This is my third Harry Potter poem so I hope you like it! And please leave a review on your way out so I know what you think of it…
HARRY POTTER AND THE PRISONER OF AZKABAN
Harry Potter was a highly unusual boy,
For instance, he was ecstatic with joy
When his friends sent him presents; a few,
Happy, to receive the first birthday presents he knew.
He wanted to do his homework but was forced to do it out of sight,
He stole homework from under the stairs and completed it in the dead of night.
His Aunt and Uncle despised him; they wanted him to be ordinary,
But as he wasn't, they watched him, and were wary.
They thought because Harry couldn't do magic
In the holidays,
Surely this would keep him under their thumb; surely it'd do the trick.
He hated the summer holidays,
But this one would be worse than the last, in more ways.
For going to Hogsmead on weekends, his Uncle Vernon made a deal,
Be kind to Aunt Marge, and the contract he'd seal.
But this was a bigger task than it would appear,
Aunt Marge was hard to please, by the end of her last night she was filled with fear.
Rising higher and higher, she'd become bloated,
Payback from Harry for every time she gloated.
And so Harry angrily runs away,
Leaving his family in disarray.
Where could he run to?
What should he do?
Burdened with Hedwig's owl cage and his Hogwarts' trunk,
With no where to turn, in deep thought his mind sunk.
Sitting on the pavement, he did wait,
What was to be his future, his fate?