Poems and Rhymes: Harry Potter

by Silver Mayflower

Badly written poetry pertaining to Harry Potter's general situation in each book, some epitaphs, and basically the kind of stuff that makes serious poets feel ill. Yes, it's that bad. ON HIATUS

4. Prisoner of Azkaban

Disclaimer: I'm a bit dizzy right now. I received my High School diploma today, and we had some champagne. It was merely one glass, but I'm not really used to alcohol… Now where was I? Oh yeah, the disclaimer. Ahem: I do not own Harry Potter, Sirius Black or anything else that seems familiar. Don't sue me, please.

Sirius Black, away he ran
Far away from Azkaban
Wanting to kill Peter Pettigrew
(Which is something no one else knew…)

Everyone thought: "He's after Potter!
Let's hope Dumbledore won't have forgotten,
To strengthen security on Hogwarts ground
So that Black will be caught the moment he comes around!"

Why am I writing this at 23:15 when it's dark and when I should be sleeping…? Well, I'm just stretching time for Monty Python's Flying Circus (which starts at midnight) and I figured you might want to hear from me (yes, I'm still alive) considering I'm on an impossibly long break from writing anything at all. So yeah.