Poetry for FUN!

[Duddahs]

Oh how the wind did whip,

how the rain did drive.

For it is not fit for wizard nor beast,

so better get yerself inside.

The ground is a soggin,

an the lake she be a risin.

Your glasses begin a foggin,

an those flobber worms thems begin a sizin.

A cold one is blowing down the mountains tonight,

better beware for no one should take flight.

Its a rough one it is,

An I am here to say.

Sit down, grab a rock cake,

And before the fire we will all stay.

[Duddahs]

And now for some good, clean, Harry Pottering Fun!


Oh I sit here in the tub,

and suddenly along my foot I feel rub,

something that should not be there.

In a moment I hear a chirp,

then a rudely pronounced burp,

And there is Myrtle with wet hair.

I try to cover my privates to be sure,

afraid that this wench's reasons were not pure.

I did gather some bubbles,

did blush a deep red,

then turned away quickly as Myrtles rested her wet head.

Upon my shoulder she did rest away,

what was I to do?

What could I say?

Then she snuggled and sighed a funny little sight,

as she said clear as day,

Oh Harry, for you alone I wish I had not died.

Now my towel I did reach,

and out of the tub I did jump,

But Myrtle just giggled like a peach,

as she spotted my bare rump.

The Mermaid did play,

with her hair night and day,

but she too had a smile on her face,

as I quickly exited and ran towel covered away!

[grandpalovegood]

;D

[Duddahs]

Near Midnight and all were out of site.

The house ghosts had tucked in all the students for the night.

The Armor did rattle,

The House Elves did scurry,

The Hippogriffs did prattle,

While the Professors ran round in a hurry.

For they all knew that at the stroke of Twelve,

they had all better have all the trees decorated,

and placed on their shelves.

And then tuck themselves straight away,

For St. Nick was about to make in his brief stay.

Then being very nimble,

and then with a mighty thud.

St. Nick came down the chimney

covered in soot looking like dried mud.

With a finger laid along his jolly ole nose,

away the ashes all did rose.

His suit now a glitter and a gleam once more,

as his Jolly ole form headed for the Headmasters door.

There he did beckon the Gargoyle to slide,

and reveal the entrance that he so loyally did hide.

It then rose with its wing spread near and wide,

and within a moments breath St. Nick did slip inside.

Up the staircase the Jolly one did rise,

How quickly he did this no one would believe due to his size.

The as he crept inside he did see,

Dumbledore snoozing and snoring as gently as can be.

St. Nick did walk upon extended toes.

Then into his bag he reached until a special gift did rose.

As it was placed beneath the Headmasters tiny little tree,

A little twinkle from one blue eye is all Santa would see.

Without a blink,

Without as much as a stare,

He vanished, yes vanished, right into thin air.

As the clocks all chimed Six,

The staff would arise.

The students would run to see what was left to their surprise.

The gifts were all stacked, several feet high and wide,

With rumblings of tummies and hands at their sides,

each student and teacher ran to the presents to see,

what was inside did hide to their breathy pleas.

First ribbons then bows did fly through the air,

then ripping of wrappers and boxes devil may care.

A scream then a shout then a Hufflepuff hit the floor.

No one but no one had expected this much,

Oh not this much but they all got so much more.

The Slytherins did cry while the Ravenclaws did stare,

The Gryffindors did puff their chests,

as the Hufflepuff was led to a soft chair.

Their eyes now wide,

Their minds all a whirl.

Be it Witch or Wizard,

be it boy or girl.

There was never to be a Christmas like this one,

Never more... Not this much fun..

Now back in his sleigh, St. Nicks would the wind ride,

For no where on earth was there a place a Christmas Tree could hide.

He would find the smallest,

amongst the tallest of them tall.

He would bring them good cheer.

And a Merry Christmas, and a happy New Year,

To one and all.

[fangsfan1]

Love this Duddahs-very festive!

[Duddahs]

Thanks so much Fangsfan1. Sometimes instead of just normal ringing in my ears, I get Jingle Bells ringing there too!

[Duddahs]

The confetti litters the floor.

and a house elf is passed out just outside the door.

A place where streamers were strewn

and a plate and cup where a young girl did swoon

are all that are left,

of the year so heavy to heft,

that we look back to it fondly of mind

but look forward to the new to unwind.

So with bated breath,

and Voldemorts impending Death,

we wonder to ourselves in the dark,

if we will all still be here next year to mark,

the New Year that will be

and the one that we have yet to see?

[Duddahs]

Twas the night before Christmas,

and all through the halls,

the portraits were busily wrapping present for one and all.

Then to one's wondrous eyes did see,

but twelve tiny pixies all bowed down upon bended knees.

There was not a sound,

Not an utterance, not a peep.

As if these twelve little pixies had all fallen asleep.

Yet low and behold did our eyes finally see,

But the mischievous master, known as the Poltergeist Peeves.

A tree was hanging from the ceiling upright,

floating in the air on this wondrous night.

It began to descend to the stone floor below,

then without hesitation the Pixies took flight for they were in the know.

As it came to a stop, just above the hall floor,

the sound of slamming came from every Common Room door.

The pixies all returned with their arms filled up right,

To the brim with packages of red, gold and green tied up nice and tight.

When once I approached the tree so bright,

A bright white glow of heavenly light,

From somewhere but no where shown through the night.

There on the smallest of packages did I see,

Was a name, one so familiar to both you and me.

It was simple and written with care as I could see,

All it said was Merry Christmas Harry Potter,

From the House Elves, The Ghosts, the Armour and Me, Peeves.

[fangsfan1]

That is very cool Duddahs!

[Duddahs]

The most innocent amongst us,

were so suddenly taken away.

On a sorrow filled morning,

one December Friday.

Six and Twenty tiny souls,

did soar up to the clouds,

while crying and mourning was spread,

throughout the gathering crowds.

A week has now passed,

and our sorrow is still pained,

then from the sky fell,

the Angels tears in the form of the rains.

It washed us of our sorrow,

It left in it's place,

the feeling of the Christmas spirit,

and the tiniest Angels grace.

We will not forget,

we must now move on.

Forever in our hearts,

will be the twinkle in their eyes,

of every newborn fawn,

as they look down upon us from way upon high.

To reflect upon us each and every break of day,

a blessed new dawn to hug our young ones,

for yet one more day.

The tiniest of Angels gift from the sky.

[misscharlotte]

[fangsfan1]

This is beautiful and very moving Duddahs, I wish all the parents could read it, I think it would mean a lot to them.

[Duddahs]

To soar in the sky,

so blue and wide.

Upon a stick,

with twigs by your hide.

First one, then two,

then beaters by they flew.

Till a glint of gold,

the final gold would be told.

Onward to the House Cup,

and our brethren glory behold

[Duddahs]

There once was a little girl,

Upon her head was a tight curl.

Though try as she might make,

A plimpy cake to bake,

All she came away with was a giant oyster pearl.

[fangsfan1]

Oct 7, 2014 16:09:27 GMT -6 Duddahs said:

To soar in the sky,

so blue and wide.

Upon a stick,

with twigs by your hide.

First one, then two,

then beaters by they flew.

Till a glint of gold,

the final gold would be told.

Onward to the House Cup,

and our brethren glory behold

Loved this one Duddahs.

[Duddahs]

The snow does fall

it leaves a great wall

Several feet high

reaching up towards the sky

Crisp air in your lungs

while white upon boughs hung

Sounds and crunches echoe all around

only to be disturbed by your feet upon the ground

A slip then a slide

then without grace does your hide

bound toward your feet

then your feet are were your head and neck meet.

Thank goodness for that pile so high

as it breaks your fall with a loud sigh.

With arms stretched wide

in a fan motion they do slide

till an angel's form does appear

to the giggles of young ones near

Young at heart and mind are we

upon the falling of flakes,

Both them and me.

[Duddahs]

Oh how the squirrels do run and play,
in one place long they never do stay.
A nut here, another there,
A hole dug in your lawn where ever they dare.
As Autumn moves on,
the winds and chill settle in at dawn,
yet those pesky little critters never rest or yawn.
Their stash in the larder,
grows as the ground becomes harder,
until the snows arrive,
and they sleep long in order to survive.
Then spring will come a knocking,
the squirrels world again is rocking,
as they run and play,
all the live long day.

[Duddahs]

The night air is damp and cold,
the pungent smell is wet with mold.
As dawn does rise in the east,
a growl from the belly of Duddahs mighty beast.
It rushes toward the great out of doors,
to find creatures and wonders galore.
The bright green of the newly grown reeds,
cause the little ones legs to run like a steeds,
till natures duty does call,
from behind him yesterday's feasts do fall.
Then back in a flash,
the mightiest of a mad dash,
simply to begin it all again with his face in his dish,
while Duddahs realizes that his ball of energy has exceeded his deepest desires wish.

[Duddahs]

The waves rolled in,
the waves rolled out.
Hagrid did have a pint too many of Stout.
His met a stranger,
who hid great danger,
then offered to gamble a dragons egg wager.
As the cards did fly,
and the looser was snapped
The stranger seemed glad to be rid of his wager but why?
As the firewhiskey continued to flow,
Hagrid Secrets of Fluffy did flow,
Until his hearts desire was hidden in his pocket and ready to grow.
Then upon a knock did Hagrid hut receive,
when three young Gryffindors inside proceed.
Their tales of woe and intrigue did inspire,
until the half giant was forced to inquire,
"Snape? he's a Hogwarts Professor,"
"He has no need to steel it or even to desire"
Then Fluffy's name was dropped like a rock cake upon ones toe,
Hagrid could no longer keep from sharing all he did know.
The out of the shadows the blond brat was spotted,
Harry, Hermione and Ron' fate at Hogwarts had already been plotted.
Then a mighty crack did split the tense air,
when a Dragon appeared and promptly set fire to Hagrid hair.
It is a night filled with twists and turns,
Yet from what will later transpire the trio did many secret learn.

[Duddahs]

A mist is sprayed from the nozzles end,
with a flex of my finger on its way I did send.
Black fluid both foul and vile,
did send those hidden in the curtains out in great rile.
Their fangs are bared in fits of rage,
while unbeknownst to them death was their sage.
With attack and destroy was their only fight
They flew to their stunning both to the left and the right.
A flash, then a stun was all they would know,
Until one by one their lifeless bodies in a bucket were stored bellow.
Out into the cold of November’s chilled air,
their carcass were disposed of by the Conqueror steely stare.
In the heap of disposable and decomposing discards,
a minute movement stirs the bits, pieces and shards.
One single eye opens to the setting sun,
Another houses curtains are spotted and rising surge of fun.
They burst from beneath the pealing, the discards and waiste,
now flying to the neighbors home in ever increasing haste.
Now settled in and buzzing at a frenzied pace
it is with great pleasure they torment the houses space.