Poetry for FUN!

[Duddahs]

The common room is silent,
not a creature stirs as the flames dwindles.
A soft pop is heard by no one,
except for the long eared house elf holding an ancient mop.
With grace and skill,
she cleaned every centimeter and still,
she had time to spare,
to sit and stare,
at a knitted hat beneath the squashy couch for any elf that may dare.
She shook her head,
and anger did rise,
for she is a House Elf with tons of elfin pride.
With a swish and a flick,
the mop handle did pry,
that deviously, dangerous hat into the air fly.
From beneath the comfortable seating where it had been spied,
the dastardly, devilish thing flew to the hearth where it now fried.
With a sigh of relief,
the little house elf would snap,
her fingers together as the young Gryffindor did nap.
As the dawn did break,
the night time doth shake.
A small house elf finally lay her head,
a hard earned rest in her own little bed.

[fangsfan1]

Love it Duddahs!

[Duddahs]

The wireless warned,
of a wintry morm.
Talkings heads mourned,
predicting a bombing storm.
The house elf’s jumped to attack,
an impending weather smack.
Twin gingers do conspire,
to knock off the turbin Voldy does hire.
While the houses come out to play,
winters chilling effect is here to stay.
A hairy beast from a distant hut did say,
er yuh there be careful of themselves snowball strays.
Sees Fang here is scared of wild things,
specially themz a professors meeknesses your taunting brings,
weakness and confusions stings.
The balled up ice,
through the air does slice,
yet the bizarre turban,
Remains not just once but twice.
My heart beat mad,
secrets deep inside were nearly had.
Those gingers are distracted by fun,
Otherwise our secret they would have shared only too glad.

[Duddahs]

Born amid strife,
never to know the good life.
True love came my way,
yet here it could not stay.
Amongst my peers I was out cast,
ALWAYS the one chosen last.
My heart broke so many times,
taunts and teasing like nursery rhymes.
How I yearned to be accepted and loved,
yet time and again my face was slapped by the white glove.
I did not ask to be born the way I was,
why do they torment me yet all of them does.
I must turn to those who too are outside,
I must grow leathery and swallow my pride.
Here I stand at the precipice of life,
no longer shall I be burdened having been born in strife.
Those that have harmed me, enemy be ware,
your day of reckoning comes sooner than you may care.
Yet deep down I know,
as deep as our soul grows.
My heart knew love then,
and continues to yearn for its return but when.
Never is not an option that I can survive,
the sweet smell of her hair in my mind is still alive.
I will, I must, in someone to trust,
my secret I must share, shall my heart not bust.
I crawl to his side,
no longer tears I can hide,
save her, please save her,
lest all of us die.
His promise was earnest and given without thought,
yet my soul for his soul is what he ultimately sought.
I gave, he gave and we both carried on,
in the end it was true love, yes love had finally won.