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Seven Books, Eight Movies, Four Stanzas

Harry Potter was a boy

Who got shot by a wizard,

But mom’s love made the spell turn Voldy’s

Nose into a lizard.

Harry Potter, boy who lived!

Harry Potter dandy!

Phoenix feather in his wand

In book 4 comes in handy!

He stole a rock from Voldemort

And killed an evil snake guy,

Used time turners to save Buckbeak

And got betrayed by Mad-Eye.

Harry Potter growing up!

Harry Potter struggles,

Recalling when his biggest fear

Was growing up with muggles.

In book 5 we meet Dolores,

The most hated villain,

Then in book six Dumbledore dies

And Voldemort’s just chillin’.

Harry Potter leaves the school!

Harry Potter camping

‘Til he finds the Deathly Hallows

And gets to horcrux stamping.

Harry dies, but oops! It’s okay.

Dumbledore had planned it

And he and Voldy have a duel

Because the plot demands it.

Harry Potter wins the day!

He becomes a daddy

And sends his kids to boarding school

Like when he was a laddy.

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But We’re All Focused On Laser Guns Instead…

The whole Harry Potter idea

Where everyone owns an owl

Might not be super practical

But it would wipe away my scowl.

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Snape’s Legacy

Die a hero or

Live to see yourself race-swapped

On HBO Max

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Harry Potter And The One Minute Of Missing Footage

Christmas at Hogwarts, 1997:

Harry Potter is in heaven

Opening gifts from his first ever friends

And hoping this day never ends

When off to the side he notices one

Nondescript little package and opens it. Fun!

Inside is a cloak made of magical paper

For invisible movement during a caper.

“How does it work?” Harry asked. Ron, compliant,

Said, “It’s made from the list of all Epstein’s clients.”

Then Harry nodded, his heart feeling zen,

And Professor Quirrel was never seen again.

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Where The Owls With Big Pecks Work

I hope in the Harry Potterverse

There’s a chain of restaurants

That serve the tasty chicken wings

That every wizard wants.

This restaurant chain is called “Boobs”

And the waitresses are owls.

It would be a hoot to go there.

Sincerely, JK Rowls.

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You’re A Grand Wizard Harry

If all white people are racists

And support the KKK

It makes me see Hagrid

In an entirely new way.

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Quidditch

I met a girl

I thought was nice.

Turns out she was a witch.

She said that I

Was quite a catch.

‘Tis the life of a golden snitch.

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Raindrop Responds To DeMarco’s Invitation

The life called “thug”

Is not for me.

I like a sit-down

When I pee.

I do not like

When I am blamed

And when I burp

I feel ashamed.

I do my best

To stay hydrated

And instead of “you’re wrong”

I say “that can be debated.”

I think guns

Are loud and scary.

I admire Hermione

Moreso than Harry.

No, the thug life’s

Not my scene

But you have at it!

(Just don’t be mean).

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Then After a Twist Of Fate No One Could See Coming…

If your story’s just beginning

But your ideas have run out

There’s no need for disappointment 

So you can quit your silly pout.

All the greatest stories

Lose their steam before the end

And that’s why we continue

The “something lucky happened” trend.

It’s why stormtroopers can’t hit a barn

And main characters don’t get shivved.

Executions are delayed for a monologue

And Harry’s the boy who lived.

It’s why Ringwraith’s can sense the ring

From half a world away

But not when hobbits hold it

With a tree stump in the way.

Heroes outrun explosions

While the villain merely dies.

The white hats still draw faster

Despite the sunlight in their eyes.

So if you want a writing tip

I’ll give you one to keep:

As long as sh*t works out in the end

The fans will lose no sleep.

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Fandoms

Frodo was a wizard

In a blue police box.

He keeps watch over Gotham

And wears “Game of Thrones” socks.

His nemesis was Gary Oak.

He aimed to misbehave.

If you understand this poem

Give a fellow fan a wave.

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