VICTORY IS MINE
Ahem.
An Ode to a Beautiful Sunflower, by Percy Ignatius Weasley, Prefect, aged 14 years.
Oh would that the clouds would part and let the sun shine down on my sweet Penelope, my love with eyes that shine like clear spring water.
Would that the flowers could bloom bright enough to match her cheeks, for all the world to see, I'm so thankful that I "caught her".
My chest swells larger than when it bore a Prefect badge too look at her, my bronze and blue posie with the night dark hair.
Nothing makes her happier than when I give a book to her, no diamonds for this Ravenclaw's heir.
Now Percy, don't get all excited. Think of our poor, afflicted brother! This could bring him back from the brink of madness!
An Ode to a Beautiful Sunflower, by Percy Ignatius Weasley, Prefect, aged 14 years.
Oh would that the clouds would part and let the sun shine down on my sweet Penelope, my love with eyes that shine like clear spring water.
Would that the flowers could bloom bright enough to match her cheeks, for all the world to see, I'm so thankful that I "caught her".
My chest swells larger than when it bore a Prefect badge too look at her, my bronze and blue posie with the night dark hair.
Nothing makes her happier than when I give a book to her, no diamonds for this Ravenclaw's heir.
Now Percy, don't get all excited. Think of our poor, afflicted brother! This could bring him back from the brink of madness!