A Harry Potter Poem not involving a Raven

What with the continuing work on the house distracting me long enough for the grass outside to turn into a jungle I am having to resort to a repeat post. . . . Yes I know we all hate repeats but what is a chap meant to do, I am after all only super human stopping trains with steely look of disapproval, or making Ravens feel guilty about their eating habits on a cold Saturday night in Grimsby with a certain wag of a finger.

So for your delight I am repeating yet another of those almost popular Harry Potter poems from way back a bit. Anyway cyberspace is quieter than a wet day in a Grimsby Tanning studio.   

OOOOOooooo it was a Halloween Harry Potter Poem just in case you dont realise.

Scratching Scratching at my front door

At Halloween a sound I do deplore

Those wizard kids with their friendly smile

Harry Potter and all his mates so vile

O be a sport do let us in

We would love some candy . . . And a glass of gin.

Scratching Scratching with a madman’s grin

Scratching Scratching in the black of night

Scratching Scratching in the dark, just out of sight

But we are only wizards and very nice

And would never turn you into little frogs or mice

But that Harry Potter is mad you know

With his odd scarred forehead . . . And his Smarmy glow

Scratching Scratching as the wild winds blow

Scratching Scratching like a demented Claw

Scratching Scratching at my front door

Oh that Mr Potter is very clever, pretending to be nice

But we all know he has a heart of ice

And that Miss Hermione Granger is just as bad

She buried her parents in the sands of Budapest

In an oak lined steel multi-locked Pirate Treasure Chest

Scratching Scratching. . .  You can let us out now Herminie

Scratching Scratching. . .  HELLO . . . Are you there

Scratching Scratching . . . HELP

Oh Dear

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