Okay peoples! First quidditch poem's gonna be about a snitch ! I'm probobly gonna write four or five quidditch poems all together, we'll see how it goes!

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Snitch

Little snitch,
in my hand,
how you glint
oh so grand.

I am the seeker,
you are the ball,
never will I let you fall.

Never having,
touched the skin
of a person
we still win.

One hundred fifty points
thus you give,
this little ball
for which I live.

Without it,
the game is never over
and our poor seekers
would be sober.

So important,
yet so small,
We caught the snitch!
we've won it all.

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yay!! First quidditch poem! I'd love to hear what you think!