1 Poem; Challenge 58
Title: The Crossdresser
Summary: Seamus loves to put on a little bit of lipstick in the middle of the night...
Genre: Humour
Rating/Warnings: one kind of rude word at the end :)
Word Count: 340
AN: Apologies for this being absolutely terrible, with no structure or anything at all XD
In the middle of the night,
When Gryffindors are tucked up tight,
Seamus wanders out and into his secret closet,
Where he fingers and fondles his pink corset,
And his lippies, and shadows, and neon blue eyeliner,
Covered in which, Seamus had never looked finer.
So he dressed, and he posed, in his pretty silver skirt,
“Oh Seamus,” he cried, “You are such a flirt.”
He flicked his blonde wig over his shoulder,
Strands of yellow thicker and bolder,
Than Luna's could ever be.
At two in the morning,
When he's finished adorning,
His female exterior,
Seamus just feels completely superior.
But with a yawn so big,
That would shock even Hedwig,
He realises, it's time for bed.
So he strips off his make up, his clothes and his beauty,
And just in time, Filch has finished night duty,
But to Seamus' despair, it's now Minevra's turn,
So Seamus locks away clothes, wigs of black, blonde and auburn,
And peeks out of the doors, and into the halls,
Portraits glare silently at him from their positions on the walls.
The corridors are empty, so Seamus runs out,
And streaks down the stairs, past a gargoyle with no snout,
“You there!” It calls, pointing at the boy,
“I see you here again this late, and thou shalt be the one I destroy.”
Seamus ignores the threat and continues sprinting,
Past multiple ghosts who keep on squinting,
Trying to find out who the running culprit is.
Finally, after managing to burst past the Fat Lady,
Seamus arrives into the dorm, suddenly feeling lazy.
He leaps into bed, his eyes just closing,
When Neville muffles something; he's half dozing:
“Where you been all night?”
Seamus gulps, being shaken awake with fright.
“Ach, n-nowhere,” he stammers, desperate not to let his secret go,
But luckily for Seamus, Neville's a little slow.
He rolls over onto his side, and eventually lets off a snore,
Oblivious to the fact that in the night, Seamus is a bit of a whore.
Lou//Gryffindor//16 points for said house!
Summary: Seamus loves to put on a little bit of lipstick in the middle of the night...
Genre: Humour
Rating/Warnings: one kind of rude word at the end :)
Word Count: 340
AN: Apologies for this being absolutely terrible, with no structure or anything at all XD
In the middle of the night,
When Gryffindors are tucked up tight,
Seamus wanders out and into his secret closet,
Where he fingers and fondles his pink corset,
And his lippies, and shadows, and neon blue eyeliner,
Covered in which, Seamus had never looked finer.
So he dressed, and he posed, in his pretty silver skirt,
“Oh Seamus,” he cried, “You are such a flirt.”
He flicked his blonde wig over his shoulder,
Strands of yellow thicker and bolder,
Than Luna's could ever be.
At two in the morning,
When he's finished adorning,
His female exterior,
Seamus just feels completely superior.
But with a yawn so big,
That would shock even Hedwig,
He realises, it's time for bed.
So he strips off his make up, his clothes and his beauty,
And just in time, Filch has finished night duty,
But to Seamus' despair, it's now Minevra's turn,
So Seamus locks away clothes, wigs of black, blonde and auburn,
And peeks out of the doors, and into the halls,
Portraits glare silently at him from their positions on the walls.
The corridors are empty, so Seamus runs out,
And streaks down the stairs, past a gargoyle with no snout,
“You there!” It calls, pointing at the boy,
“I see you here again this late, and thou shalt be the one I destroy.”
Seamus ignores the threat and continues sprinting,
Past multiple ghosts who keep on squinting,
Trying to find out who the running culprit is.
Finally, after managing to burst past the Fat Lady,
Seamus arrives into the dorm, suddenly feeling lazy.
He leaps into bed, his eyes just closing,
When Neville muffles something; he's half dozing:
“Where you been all night?”
Seamus gulps, being shaken awake with fright.
“Ach, n-nowhere,” he stammers, desperate not to let his secret go,
But luckily for Seamus, Neville's a little slow.
He rolls over onto his side, and eventually lets off a snore,
Oblivious to the fact that in the night, Seamus is a bit of a whore.
Lou//Gryffindor//16 points for said house!