The Quidditch poem by Ingolfr the Iambic: (J.K Rowling)
Oh, the thrill of the chase as I soar through the air
With the Snitch up ahead and the wind in my hair
As I draw ever closer, the crowd gives a shout
But then comes a Bludger and I am knocked out.
cool poem! sounds like harry potter's first quidditch game :D
ReplyDeletePotter Head :D