This is my Huffley Puffley poem.
Destined to be mocked.
Class room glares from blue,
Quidditch pitch ruled by gold,
Sliver tease with forked tongues,
Yellow retreats,
To be destined to be dumb,
Destined to be mocked.
Answers wrong,
Eyes shut tight,
To be afraid of ones shadow,
And to always come last.
Silly Huffles,
Duffer puffs,
Every one knows better,
Every one laughs,
I'm glad I'm not in Hufflepuff,
First years chirp.
Bars raised low,
When we win it doesn't seem that high,
Fair and Loyal,
Doesn't mean brave or smart,
Where do we belong?