Ode to Ron
Fake Rating: NC-17, explicit language ,sexuality and overzealous crabcakes.
The REAL rating: Less then G…I would say -G
Authors: Amy and Elizabeth, typed by yours truly
Disclaimer of sorts: Yeah, that's right, this poem DOES rock. Don't worry, we will return the characters back to JKR's brilliant chasm of a mind as soon as we are through mutilating them…
Ode to Ron! He turns so red
And what about his orange-haired head?
And when he's shocked, he has once said,
"Bloody chicken!"
And his sugar quills, he's always lickin'
As everyone knows, he hates divination
And the Imperious curse is quite a sensation
In the Department of Mysteries he has fun with some brains
Even though the scars gave him some pains
And even though Hermione, the Death Eater's maim
The Death Munchies stop and now are contained
And they are wanted, now, to be in chains
And fed naught everyday save for 1 piece of grain
But, for now, Ron must deal with Harry's angst
And he'll stand by him without even a "thanks"
Alas, poor Ron, he's unaware of his fate
He'll be forced to turn around at the heavenly gate
"Sir Ron" will face a heroic death
And on the battlefield, he'll take his last breath
He will die for what's good, he will die for what's right
And he'll fight and he'll kill all through the night
And now Harry stands all alone
Standing and staring at Ron's gravestone…
THE END