|Dexy (dead_sexydexy) wrote in dexy_demented,|
@ 2007-09-16 17:33:00
|Current music:||football game *eyeroll*|
|Entry tags:||hp, james, limerick, marauders, moony, padfoot, peter, poetry, prongs, remus, sirius, wormtail|
Author: dead_sexydexy in dexy_demented
Rating: PG-13 underage drinking
Form: Poetry: Limerick of 6 stanzas
Notes: Stanza's 1-4 from each Marauder's pov. Stanza 5 all. Stanza 6 Sirius.
Disclaimer: The Potterverse is not mine, I make no money from it, I don’t intend to harm it or anyone else.
The smallest marauder I be.
It serves an advantage, you see.
I can sneak here and there,
with nary a care.
It’s easy to overlook me.
A marauder and also a stag,
although I try not to brag.
This great disguise
fooled Dumbledore’s eyes.
We’ve got transforming in the bag.
I’m Padfoot, I look like the Grim,
but I’ll treat you much nicer than him.
I just need a pat,
or to chase a cat,
and kiss pretty girls on a whim.
I’m Moony and because of me
they became animagi you see.
I’m a monstrous beast
they don’t fear in the least.
These goofs are great company.
We run through the forest all night
while I belt out howls of delight.
I have much more fun
as the four of us run.
It eases the pain of my plight.
Hear, hear Moony-- let’s toast again,
Forever Marauders and friends!
We’ll drink though the night
for there’s no moon in sight.
Ouch, help me! I’ve fallen again.