The Tale of Erzebet Ellenmonosa

Hi everyone!

Today I wanted to post my friend Fin's (Erzebet) poem. Fenian just read the Harry Potter series and is know obsessed with the books. She sent me this poem a while back, but I just thought of posting it now, The link at the bottom is the link to her blog. Enjoy!



My name is Erzebet Ellemonosa

A wizard I have been

I entered Hogwarts wizarding school

At age of eleven

I have many tales to tell

All which are quite true

I have told no one of them

So now I shall tell you!

Dear reader, first, please be aware

These stories may make you stop and stare

And ask yourself, "Can this be true?"

It can happen to you, too!

It was a fine nice afternoon

I would have to leave Hogsmeade soon

But then I pointed, I stopped, I cried!

And listen, dear reader, for this is no lie!

If you traced my gaze, my unbreaking stare

It lead to Harry, Hermione, and the one with the red hair!

They seemed so happy

So nice and caring

I hope they didn't mind my stare!

But the wind was coming, and blowing fast

And I blew away, up in the air at last!

My feet were twelve feet above the ground

I could see Hogwarts, Hagrid, and his giant hound!

But as my height increased a ton

I realized flying this high was not so much fun!

I flapped my arms just like real wings

To no avail

Arms alone do not work; to fly, you need the real thing!

But suddenly I looked all the way down

And my pleasant smile changed into a frown

I was coming down alright, headed right for the ground!

I tried to stop my fall, tried to fly back up

To no avail 

I had no good luck 

As soon as I awoke,

I realized with a shock where I was

In the hospital wing with Mrs. Pomfrey

And my friends mentioned what horrible things she does!

From regrowing Potter's bones with a fowl potion

To healing common rashes with a mysterious lotion

I wanted to leave, to scream, to run

But my leg was broken, the damage was done

I drank horrible tea day after day

Whenever would my leg heal? Tomorrow? Today?

I got restless and weary

I wanted to leave

I was getting quite sick of that dreadful ghost Peeves!

Finally one day my leg had healed 

But a bruise remained, it was purple and teal 

The bruise reminds me of that dreadful year

But stories are not always as they appear

So my lovely dear reader

I do hope you were pleased

With my awful, true story

For which I was teased

And I hope you are careful

To know what is fact

Because this could be all false

It could be an attack!

But I am no liar

I am an honest, kind wizard

Whose playful charm went wrong

And turned into a lizard!

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