~ Dobby Poems ~
(Part 2: Fluff)
A/N: Thank you to hazeldragon.
{Disclaimer: Original credit is due to JKR}
Dobby and Luna,
Were sock friends, without question,
But-
Another thought came to mind,
About this sweet elf.
Perhaps Dobby,
Was something in disguise,
Really just,
Some elf-made phlegm-
You know, a lovely creature,
That was just made of fluff.
Well . . .
So what if he was made of fluff?
For in truth I have discovered,
That an elf made only of fluff,
Is indeed composed,
Of socks and hats.
Dobby gulped,
As he looked at his friend,
The lovely brain of Ravenclaw,
And he asked her,
What she knew concerning fluff.
Luna thought, and mused-
Finally she said,
Dobby . . .
You are made of hats,
And such nonsense,
Is that not good enough?
Dobby smiled.
He told her that he'd like,
To eat some,
Elf-made chicken,
But Luna said,
No,
You can't have elf-made chicken,
For,
Chicken is made from,
Pigs ears,
Only no one knew it.
"I'm sorry,"
He hung his head,
Dobby is a bad elf,
To be eating that . . .
"No," she said-
It's not commonly known, really . . .
So Dobby and Luna sat,
Together snacking on fluff,
For-
Dobby was on the card,
Of the chocolate frog,
And,
Dobby is a good elf . . .
Not a bad one,
Even if he doesn't know,
Really,
What does compose this stuff,
That we call,
'fluff'-
And all other such nonsense.