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I AM SOOO TERRIBLE!!! && I am really really really really really really really really sorry everyone! I haven't posted a poem in, lyke, forever! I'm really sorry that I neglected this thread for sooooo long! I'll try to do better from now on, but you all know how terrible I am at keeping my promises!

I'll post my next poem in, like, two minutes, but first I have to go back real quick to make sure I haven't posted this one yet! Then, I'll edit this post.

Okay, I lied again.... I decided not to edit that post but to just make a new one with this poem. Here is it:

Quidditch

Quidditch is an enjoyable sport;
It's played over a field, not on a court.
There are three hoops on each side.
On their broomsticks the players ride.
There is a Quaffle that the three Chasers throw,
and into the hoops they want it to go.
The Beaters whack two big, black balls;
If hit by a Bludger, you might take some falls.
The Seeker catches the Golden Snitch;
It could be a wizard or maybe a witch.
The game ends when the Snitch is caught,
but it rolls on if it is not.
The team with the Snitch gets points of one hundred-fifty,
and the Seeker gets compliments like, "That catch was sure nifty!"

i love it. you finally posted.

Thankies! What's everyone else think???

Thank you!!! I'll try to post another one soon, but I wont promise anything...

wow there really good i like ur first one the most

Okay... I'm sorry; I know I haven't put up another poem for a really long time. I'll get one up today... I swear!

If don't, y'all can have your school RP charries chase after me with torches, chant, and beat me with a stick.

I am soooo holding that to you! *chants* Spatula! Spatula! Spatula!

oh boy!

Post one sooooooooon...

Even if you do post, my RP Charrie is going to chase you down and use you for bait! lol

~Rose

^ Yikes! *hides from Rose*

Alright... here it is... this is totally a boring poem, and the ryhmes are completely unoriginal, but I thought I'd post it anyway, just to give Rose a good reason to chase me down.

Moaning Myrtle
Moaning Myrtle is a ghost;
In the toilet, she'll be your host.
She was murdered by a big, scary snake;
She goes through her toilet and into the lake.
Myrtle floods her bathroom in despair;
Her life really wasn't fair.
In the stall she haunts, she's always crying,
And she really likes to talk about dying.
Now I'll give you a warning and say "Watch out!"
If you pick on Myrtle, she's likely to pout.

*dances around, waiting for more responses*

Rosie-Rose.... Have your charrie come talk to mime more.... I'm at the lake a lot, so come chase me down there.... *giggles*