Sunday, February 06, 2005

Hogwash

I’m sorry, son,
For all I said

Harry Potter’s brilliant
I love the way
He’s always one step ahead

Hermione
Is sharp, clever
There’s no doubt whatsoever
That, by now, without her
Harry would be dead

And the other one, Harry’s friend
The perfect foil, loyal to the end
The butter on Harry’s bread

And I love the way the books are written
I’d say the they’re best books that I’ve ever read

Now, son, please
Unlock the door
And let me out the shed

7 comments:

sylviasometimes said...

The shed is not a bad place to be,
said the starched white uniform
Be glad you've shelter,could be worse
but I don't believe her, you see...
For I remember a teddy bear
and a swing that made me fly,
giggles and hugs, and lollipops...
Please won't you take me there!

amiethinggoes said...

oh i love harry potter. i enjoy the movies and the books.

Ostrich said...

Smarty Pants!

sylviasometimes said...

I've been looking all over
for that Roger...and all the
time in was in the shed?!

Wastedpapiers said...

Which shed would that be then? The long tall net drying shed? The Currant Drying Shed? The impossible to find anymore space in shed? The leaky squat shed? The soon to be demolished shed? The oh so clever Trevor's shed? The rude bits after the water shed?

Roger Stevens said...

The Snake's Skin Shed?

BTW - We've lots of Jill's Mum's orange preserve in the shed. Or as we like to call it - shedded marmalade.

Sorry!

Wastedpapiers said...

I shed think so too!