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Post by rallem on Jul 5, 2012 16:55:43 GMT -6
Great Fangs
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Post by Duddahs on Jul 6, 2012 12:32:45 GMT -6
The wind beneath my wings,
As one seeks what my capture brings.
With all of my might,
I put up a good fight,
And I soar on until the winning bell rings.
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Post by fangsfan1 on Jul 6, 2012 21:19:18 GMT -6
Beautiful Duddahs!
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Post by Duddahs on Jul 9, 2012 8:02:48 GMT -6
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Post by fangsfan1 on Aug 7, 2012 7:38:09 GMT -6
Go to Hogsmeade as much as you can,
They've a sweet shop that's best in the land,
If you can't get permission,
Don't start a petition,
The Maurauders will show you a plan.
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Post by Duddahs on Aug 9, 2012 9:37:58 GMT -6
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Post by fangsfan1 on Aug 11, 2012 19:36:09 GMT -6
That is so cool, I love that Duddahs.
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Post by Duddahs on Aug 14, 2012 10:36:07 GMT -6
While you float on the lake,
A quick tickle is all it will take.
Then a dive below,
To play with the Grindylow.
Then watch out for my mighty wake.
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Post by fangsfan1 on Aug 15, 2012 22:37:31 GMT -6
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Post by fangsfan1 on Aug 15, 2012 22:40:05 GMT -6
Mr Prongs is the dad of The One,
Mr Lupin is always great fun,
Mr Padfoot will lick you,
But old Wormtail will trick you,
With treachery second to none.
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Post by Duddahs on Aug 16, 2012 21:49:46 GMT -6
How the golden platters at the feast did shine,
and the plentiful array of food was simply divine.
How we loved the bangers and mash,
and the baked potato's made for such a smash.
What a wonderful way for a young wizard to fine dine.
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Post by fangsfan1 on Aug 29, 2012 12:03:54 GMT -6
How the golden platters at the feast did shine, and the plentiful array of food was simply divine. How we loved the bangers and mash, and the baked potato's made for such a smash. What a wonderful way for a young wizard to fine dine. Oh my, this one made me so hungry Duddahs-I adore bangers and mash! |
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Post by fangsfan1 on Aug 29, 2012 12:06:56 GMT -6
Hogwarts Exists (to the tune of My Favorite Things from The Sound of Music).
Kneazles and Nifflers and Magical Creatures,
Powerful house elves named Dobby and Kreacher,
Thestrals that fly though not all see their wings,
These are a few of those magical things
Centaurs who live in a Forest Forbidden,
Staircases move though you'd swear that they didn't,
Yule Balls with Weird Sisters playing that swing,
These are a few of those magical things.
When my brew fails, when my toad bails,
When I'm feeling sad,
I simply remember that Hogwarts exists, and then I don't feel so bad.
Triwizard tourneys with veelas to marry
Neville and Gran saying "We believe Harry"
Gameskeepers carrying keys to all things,
These are a few of those magical things
Chambers with secrets that keep your blood chilling,
Trees with real fairies if Flitwick is willing,
Armour that moves and at Christmas they sing,
These are a few of those magical things,
When those howlers,
Come with growlers,
Cause my Mom's so mad,
I simply remember that Hogwarts exists-
And then I don't feel soooo bad!
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(as I explained on the other limerick thread, I originally intended to start a new thread called Potter on Broadway. This would be HP songs based on songs from Broadway musicals. I wasn't sure there'd be enough for a whole thread so decided to just add them on this one.)
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Post by Duddahs on Aug 30, 2012 7:44:24 GMT -6
Through the day the butterfly's did fly,
Into the night the festivities did not die.
Till a Patronus did interrupt
And the trio apparated so abrupt.
Only to live in a house like a pig sty.
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Post by fangsfan1 on Sept 7, 2012 20:27:06 GMT -6
Our Miss Granger liked studying stuff,
But to fit all those classes was tough,
Til Minerva made nice,
With time turning device,
But it sure made her social life rough.
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Post by Duddahs on Sept 10, 2012 9:40:05 GMT -6
Ron Weasley once had a pet rat.
In Ron's shirt pocket he often sat.
Till the news one day broke
that the dark lord's voice once again spoke,
And that rat nearly got himself eaten by Hermiones cat.
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Post by rallem on Sept 15, 2012 15:58:44 GMT -6
There once was a boy who spat at his kind
A mighty big evil grew in his mind
A split of his soul
Developed his role
Making it hard for enemies to find.
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Post by misscharlotte on Sept 17, 2012 12:36:13 GMT -6
pumpkins floating mid-air witches cackling with flare Trolls in the bathroom candy treats line the tables kids sent to their dorm room  ok... I give up. I'll try again soon.  |
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Post by Duddahs on Sept 17, 2012 21:48:08 GMT -6
There once was an Owl named Pig.
For Ron Weasley was his delivery gig.
He flew at great speeds.
For what ever was Ron's needs.
In his cage he was often found doing an Irish Jig.
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Post by fangsfan1 on Sept 22, 2012 19:19:52 GMT -6
Awesome limericks everyone! Thanks, I had a lot of fun reading these.
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