'kay people, 'nuther poem! and I promise this one's not about Gryffindors ! And also, (and I'm putting this in bold cuz it's important) Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeaaase Comment!!! it makes me happy ! Okay 'nuf of me pestering you, enjoy!

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The Kitchens

Back, long ago,
there were two boys.
Fred and George were their names.
And they had a secret,
you know,
about somewhere they tended to go.

When Gryffindor won a match,
or after supper, they needed a snack,
above the dungeons, but below the great hall
they went.
Along a brightly lit corridor they traveled
until, upon a painting they came,
of a fruitbasket no body watched.
Ah, but the twins were clever yet vain.

They checked for any lingering Hufflepuffs,
or perhaps, a teacher that came by
Once they saw it was clear
they tickled the pear,
In the painting I told you about prior.

Now, let's stop for a moment,
you must think it quite queer,
to tickle a pear in a painting.
But that pear, do you see?
Was the key, you see,
To getting into the kitchens,
where house elves, they cooked
and didn't mind work,
were happy to do the twins' bidding.

Up hidden passages they came,
back from their ways,
with armfulls of food
and treats.

And this, I'm afraid,
is the end of our tale,
of these two marvelous boys.
But fear not!
It's still there,
I mean, the pear,
you just have to find, the painting.

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Tada!! Hope you like this one! (see I told you I wouldn't poke at any Gryffindors!) seriously though, Please Comment! I'd love to hear what you think! Bye guys!
- luna_severus_26