S.P.E.W. in a stew

Like a strong gust of wind
The idea blew
Into hermione's head
And soon she knew,
How to protect
The loyal house-elves
So she went into the library
And came out with spew!
Nobody's sneerings
And taunts
Could Hermione's
Determination daunt.
Badges and leaflets
For the
House-elf liberation front.
But salaries and pensions
And sick leaves and holidays
The house-elves didn't want,
And neither would they take on any job
That these luxuries
would grant.
Their work was their pride
And their masters' secrets
They wouldn't tattle.
Their filthy clothes
Seemed as good as rich robes,
And the plates they cleaned
As shiny as medals.
With their masters' orders
As their highest bidding
Hermione's, they thought,
Was only meddling.
For although they longed
For high words and praise
It was their masters'
satisfied smile that
Put them into a happy daze.
Loyalty, integrity and dignity
The house-elves will do anything
To retain the honor
Of their family.

The flaming goblet

Triumph and eternal glory,
Lust for them Is a never-ending story.
Thus, springs aforth from the fiery flames,
Charred parchments with the chosen ones' names.
The Hungarian horntail, fierce and unforgiving,
The common welsh green, the Swedish short snout
And the Chinese fireball , all red and golden,
All of whom represent a fiery bout.
It's all for courage In the face of danger.
Who will catch the golden egg first? The students are free to wager
More bravery is needed to ask out a girl.
So you'd better decide with whom you want to prance and twirl.
Time to let down your hair and put your best foot forward,
For Ron to wear his ridiculous dress robes and for Hagrid to try and tame his beard.
' come seek us where our voices sound, we cannot sing above the ground.
And while you're searching ponder this: we've taken what you'll sorely miss.
An hour long you'll have to look, to recover what we took.
But past an hour the prospect's black, too late it's gone, it won't come back.'
To complete the task set by the golden egg,
You need more brain than brawn.
And by the morning you'd better have a plan, as you run up the lawn.
Merpeople, the giant squid, and other creatures of the deep
Look on as you reach the surface  ,and the judges' marks you reap.
' find the cup, but don't lose yourselves',
The warning given to each of the four champions that delve
Into the silent, sinister, and dark maze,
For fear that the victor might his personality raze.
Harry and Cedric's dead body come out of the maze.
His father and the audience, mourn the end of his days.
Harry won the cup and the thousand galleons, As he very much deserved,
But the terrifying night in the graveyard, left his nights disturbed.
Thus, the death of a loyal and noble boy
Ends this eventful story,
Of how the lust and greed for power
Can eventually turn gory.

having the time of my life...what more can I say?

Hey guys and girls, sorry for not posting this week but i'm on vacation   in GUESS WHERE?? CAIRO!! . They have awesome bazaars here and really exotic food that makes your mouth water.....
i'll post a really long poem next week, so look forward to it!