Oh Please!

A Sonnet

Dear Harry, in the first four books you're great!

Your numerous heroics were first-rate!

In book five you're brave, don't get me wrong,

But, oh, your whining just goes on too long!

Dementors, they attack you in the night.

The Ministry will not condone your fight.

And so you do not make the prefect cut.

The Prophet makes you out to be a nut.

The Dark Lord's growing, it's you he wants to kill.

You've nightmares every night that make you ill.

But Harry, Hun, you must put it to rest!

I can't believe your moaning's for the best.

So please go find yourself a decent shrink.

And, quick, 'fore your complaints drive me to drink.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine.

Author's Note: A couple things to clear up. I was rereading Order of the Pheonix and I just had to get that off my chest. I really do love Harry, I swear. Also, I hate the word 'Hun.'