by Kris Koments

Created on: February 10, 2009   Last Updated: May 10, 2009

"Potters Prose"

The scar on my head is itching.
The owl in his cage is twitching.
The muggles downstairs are unawares
that my true vocation is witching.

Potter's the name.
Magic's my game.
But I'm not so sure how to use it.

Then on went the hat
with a spit and spat,
my identity could not be disputed.

I'll soon have a new broom to ride.
And happily I won't have to hide.
For Hogwarts is a school not for any old fool,
but for those with witching pride.

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