When I read the second Harry Potter book I was completely disgusted with the poem Ginny Weasly had written for Harry. [Obviously not being smart enough then to realize Rowling had written it] I was simply in love with Harry's world, so as to speak, and thus, to prove I could have done better had I the chance I wrote this.
This was my first poem.
I still crack up when ever I read it. Enjoy.
A poem to Harry Potter on Valentine’s Day
His hair ebony black,
The hero who destroyed the Dark Lord
And the youngest Quidditch player for more than a century back.,
Just like his father who was so unfortunately zapped.
But people that famous are haughty and proud,
And their boasts about themselves never stop.
But Harry has a heart of gold
That will undoubtedly ever turn stone cold.
I could carry on and on
And shower you about praises in every way.
But your secret admirer just wanted to wish you
A very Happy Valentine’s Day.
4 comments:
hm... childish.
Mua first attempt..
The beginning of a genius.
Do comend it.
first attempt nothing. You're capable of better, if only you'd try. lazy bum.
I have tried you chut. Where'd you think 'Through time' came from?
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