A.N. — I promised more poems, and given who today is about, I had to give verse another try (even though I really wanted to tackle Hatstalls). My song uses the cadence/rhyme pattern of the Hat's first year tune. Also, I am slipping back into late afternoon posting in preparation for being busier at work come football season.
244. The Sorting Hat
He sung about the Founders' houses,
those mighty pillars four,
to a bunch of hungry students
who thought his songs a bore.
He examined their very souls
and chose their destiny,
these children not finished growing,
now defined for eternity.
He had Godric's courage,
along with Rowena's wits,
Helga's streak of compassion,
and Salazar's nasty bits.
He distilled all their essence
into tunes concise and jaunty,
center stage for just one night,
yet longing to be free.
Up in the Headmaster's tower
awaited a dusty shelf,
home to Hogwarts' forlorn Sorting Hat
who most forgot had a sense of self.