The Harry Potter Halloween Poem Part Two

Tonight I should be writing about the social Economic status of humans at a global level and why our present structure started. Plus a short history of why we are where we are, and all in about 500 to 600 words.  I also have to work out which animal to include for reasons that are too long to explain if you don’t know. But time is not on my side so instead I am writing a second Harry Potter based Halloween poem, because I know Harry secretly is a big fan (well he flaps about and folds up under pressure. . .HAH hahHAh ahHAHH AH hah HAH AH HA HAH AH haha ha ha ha ha).

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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