~ 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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