Dumbledore
Let me tell you a tale,
an ancient folklore.
About a girl for sale,
and her friend Dumbledore!
A story of money,
and love, hardship and strife.
Of milk and honey,
and the cruel reality of life!
He was a man of low esteem,
old and half-limp.
With no ideals or dream,
just a lowly wimp.
She just a lass on the street,
when he eyes on her laid.
«How lucky we are to meet,
come with me, don't be afraid!»
Though kind in behaviour,
an idea had lit.
He was no shining saviour,
just a man looking for profit.
He took her in,
both food and shelter he lent.
Her heart he had to win,
for he had a malicious intent.
When she grew fair,
he styled her up nice,
smelled her wavy hair,
«Yes, we'll get a good price.»
His kind face turned red.
And with magic in hand,
He slapped her gently and said:
«Behave, or I'll wip the wand!»
He soon grew rich,
for they always wanted more.
«Prostitute, skank, bitch!
Come here oh' Dumbledores whore!»
He was no longer a wimp,
no, something much more!
The first wizard pimp!
Mr Albus Dumbledore!
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So ends the the tale of Dumbledore,
of the man he was before.
He's now a lad that you can trust,
in the buisness of selling magic dust!
Fröhliches Neujahr! Ich wünsche euch alles gute für 2009!
Kthxbye!
