~ Dobby Poems ~
(Part 7: A Fuzzy Pink Quest)
{A/N: A special thanks to hazeldragon. Disclaim: None of the originals are mine}
No one would have thought that Luna,
Had this fuzzy pink sensation about her,
Because Luna Lovegood could not,
Have thought that her pink beauties and trailing,
Extended radishes that,
Flowed beneath flailing tendrils,
Which sheltered her trailing pink arm sleeve,
That were beneath all of the long pretty trails she created,
Could have meant-
Something to do with-
Fuzzy pink kittens-
But Luna was dreamy that day
And she said to Dobby
"I wish I had a kitten."
Of course the elf,
Did not have a clue,
How to answer dear, sweet Luna-
So he squeaked,
"Surely Ms. Lovegood has the means to-
Buy herself a cat, Miss.,"
And she replied,
"I wish it were so,
Dobby,
But I would need to sell my radish earrings . . . "
He did not think,
That this made sense,
But then,
Miss. Lovegood knew things . . .
Things that Dobby never would know . . .
"Maybe Harry Potter has a cat," he whispered.
Long earrings, and long hair,
She would always be,
His golden Luna . . .
The train rollicked-
Dobby would have
To get Luna a pink cat!
What was he,
Truly to do?
It rollicked again-
Luna was singing-
Maybe Harry Potter could help!
He hoped that-
They would soon arrive,
And he was unaware that
Two Hogwarts students were shaking their heads in adamant disbelief at his quest,
Only that his heart felt rather funny-
Ah, Luna.