Derek R. Audette
Harry Potter, What Up With You? - Poem by Derek R. Audette
Harry Potter’s an enigma.
His forehead bears a peculiar stigma.
Yet there’s a question I’ve often pondered,
a complex query which no puzzle surpasses:
If he’s such a great and powerfull wizard,
then why in the hell does he need those glasses?
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