~ Dobby Poems ~

(Part 8: Dobby's True Luna)

{A/N: A special thank you to hazeldragon. None of the originals belong to me}


Her splendiferous hemorrhaging,

Sweet, particle of their life-

Luna pulled her leggings up,

While the dear elf,

Simply sat a bit taller,

And whispered,

"Does the Ms. Require assistance?"

"Why no, Dobby," Luna said,

And continued to pull up,

Her pants-

They became- stretched,

And horribly tightened-

Causing her face to glow,

With a lovely,

Cherry or rose hue-

Dobby couldn't say which really-

Yet he could not help worrying,

Even though he understood that his life,

Was a splendid, beautiful horizon-

Of sweet, Luna dreams-

Until Luna pulled her leggings up,

Over her waistline,

Turning her face purplish,

And her teeth groaned,

'OUCH!' as she grinded them,

And split his ear particles-

For truly-

Dobby was very much a particle,

So small was he-

And yet Luna,

Was a splendiferous, glowing hemorrhage-

For her vivacious, lively spirit,

Always spilled over,

Into what couldn't be fathomed-

Save for in the mind of Dobby,

Who loved the art,

Of Luna's uniquely bizarre-

Predicaments . . .


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