Long and boring this poem is
While I tell stories told.
We soon reach a turning point
On one day very cold.
Mr. Potter mounts his broom
He flies up in the sun.
Quaffle, snitch, bludgers release
The game has just begun.
At first the game runs quite smooth
As Gryffindor takes lead.
The Slytherins are desperate.
With twenty points they need.
Desperation causes acts
And Wood soon takes a fall.
Courtesy of Slytherin
Who doesn't care at all.
Yet it does not just stop there.
No. Angelina too.
The Slytherins are soon tied up
Harry knows what to do.
The snitch is found. He speeds by.
But something is not right.
His broom starts to tremor much
And so begins the fight.
Tossing, turning, he slips off.
His hands keep him upright.
Hermione spots the problem.
Snape has cursed Harry's flight.
She soon ends the dilemma
With a bit of fire.
Harry swings back on his broom
And soars a bit higher.
He finds the snitch one more time
But so has Slytherin.
The snitch dives down; so do they.
It's a race for the win.
Pulling up, Slytherin leaves
Afraid of hitting ground.
Harry reaches much closer;
Levels out with no sound.
He stands upon the Nimbus
Given just at breakfast.
With hand reached out, he steps once
And to the grass falls fast.
He starts to choke. What is this?
Is he sick or bewitched?
He spits out a golden ball.
The little golden snitch.
"In case I don't see ya, good afternoon, good evening, and good night." -Truman (The Truman Show)
"Beneath this mask there is more than flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea, Mr. Creedy, and ideas are bulletproof". -V (V for Vendetta)
"Who throws a shoe? Honestly!" -Austin (Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery)
Potter Poetry #1, The story of Harry Potter written as one long poem
muggle5 Potter Poetry #1 Jun 2 2006, 09:16 PM
Jun 2 2006, 09:16 PM
