The Hard Life Of Harry Potter Poem by DiAnne Douglass

Sitting in my closet, not doing any harm.
Along came Uncle Vernon and took me by the arm.
He handed me to Aunt Petunia and rang a little bell.
I was full of dread, thinking my life was going to be hell.
Along came Hagrid and took me to a room.
I woke up the next morning wearing a lion and was handed a broom.
And I was told to play Quiddich and catch a strange flying ball.
I rose in the air but I wasn't scared I'd fall.
The score was ridiculously hard to keep track of.
Slytherin was ahead.
I want to go back to bed.
A bludger hurdled by and nearly knocked off my block.
And all anyone can do is gawk.
Nobody likes me, everybody hates me.
Guess I'll go eat worms.
Big fat juicy ones, little bitty squirmy ones.
Any kind of worms.
First you bite the heads off, then you suck the guts out.
Ohhh how they wiggle and squirm.
Nobody likes me, everybody hates me.
Guess I'll go eat worms.