These Poems by CornLove 1. Beastly Basilisks, Stony Chambers, Magic Unicorns all around, Whomping willows, magic potions, wands and spells will all astound, Magic can be used for good or the dark and evil ways, It can be misunderstood and set your mind into a haze. Warlocks, Witches and their familiars all seem somewhat quite divine, They are mystic, magic creatures, some are evil, some are kind, But just because they cast spells doesn’t make them magical, The creatures like the hippogriffs and three-headed dog are acceptable. 2. Quidditch is an interesting sport, Not like baseball and that sort, They fly around on magic brooms, Very little has it yielded doom, However for quidditch you must be fast, Your reflexes swift and your strategy vast, Many careless people have thought it just fun, But when in a game they’re lost in the run. 3. Voldemort, the Evil Lord, The King of Darkness, now dead as a board, All thanks to a boy, a young little guy, His name Harry Potter, his potential sky high, He has defeated the Dark Lord three or so times, One victory as a baby, two more; age past nine, His strength, knowledge, and courage boost with every experience, But he’s afraid to let his friends cause some interference. 4. Ravenclaw wise and witty, Gryffindor, courageous and strong, Hufflepuff, unique and special, Slytherin, mischief list runs long, The Sorting Hat knows where one goes, and puts them where they belong, This special hat tells what kind of person you are and has its own little song, It can set a wizard onto a path of righteousness or give them a fate filled with evil and death, It is wise and unmistaking with the powers of fate, always gentle and never releases wrath. 5. Not so long ago, in a country far away. There was a kid who rarely smiled. And sometimes he’d get a chance, to have some fun, or do a dance, hoping maybe he’d be happy for a while. One day came in Uncle Vernon, and he knew trouble was stirrin’. Dudley by the doorstep, with a little note in his hand. It said that Harry was magic and his future not quite so tragic, it told him his life was more than that. That day, his sadness died. And he was singing: My, my, I’m a magical fool, I killed a dark lord without a word and now I’m going to school. I got my books and all my subjects are cool, I’m not going to let this opportunity slide, not gonna let this opportunity slide. Oh did you know that this beaten kid turns out to be a magical wiz? He goes to Hogwart’s School. Hes the best of the best and his powers unmatched, even if Hermione is the top of the class, this Harry Potter is quite the magical jewel. Well I know he’s beaten Voldemort, and done numerous tasks to prove his worth, but things he’s done Dumbledore forbids, oh what a sad little kid! Still he was singing: My, my, I’m a magical fool, I killed a dark lord without a word and now I’m going to school. I got my books and all my subjects are cool, I’m not going to let this opportunity slide, not gonna let this opportunity slide. Well in the end some sadness occurred, some fear had struck, the roar of a basilisk heard. Lots of things were hap’nin. Gini made cocks and roosters vanish, and then with a dreadful cry she was kidnapped and she almost died, so Harry and Ron just had to try to save that little child. And they were singing: My, my, I’m a magical fool, I killed a dark lord without a word and now I’m going to school. I got my books and all my subjects are cool, I’m not going to let this opportunity slide, not gonna let this opportunity slide. Everybody now! My, my, I’m a magical fool, I killed a dark lord without a word and now I’m going to school. I got my books and all my subjects are cool, I’m not going to let this opportunity slide, not gonna let this opportunity slide.