I dont think its quite as good as the others but stil....
The Boy Who Lived
Just an ordinary boy is what he thought,
A proper family, his parents is all he saught.
For with his Uncle and his Aunt, lived this boy,
And living with them brought him no fun and joy.
At the age of one he was left on their doorstep,
And how unlucky could this boy get,
As all in one night, rescued from an accident with a scar on his head,
And sent to live at his Uncle's, his parents dead.
His Aunt and Uncle made his life bad,
But to endure his cousin he also had,
As bullying him was his favourite sport,
And how to run fast he was soon tought.
The cupboard under the stairs is where his things were kept,
But that was because it was the place he slept.
all his clothes belonged to his cousin first,
And for him they're far to big to make it worse.
And then one day this letter came,
Then ten more came that were the same,
And to him they were all addressed,
But his Uncle grabbed the first and all the rest.
And when, in the eggs the letters were sent,
To a hut on a rock in the middle of the sea they went.
While they were in the hut he had to sleep on the floor,
He looked at his cousin's watch, he'd be eleven in a minute more.
Five, the seconds to his birthday he was counting down,
BANG, he wondered what had made that sound,
Three, he heard it again, what was out in the storm,
One, BANG! and the door from it's hinges was torn.
An enormous man stood in the doorway,
The man looked at the dooir,"Sorry 'bout tha'" they heard him say.
He started a fire and some sausages he cooked,
Then at the boy he looked.
"I'm Hagrid, keeper of the keys at Hogwarts,
I'm game keeper, really I do all sorts.
Of course you'll of heard of 'Ogwarts, wont you?"
"No" said the boy not knowing what to do.
"But your a wizard, you have to know all about it!"
"What did you say?" asked the boy his curiosity lit.
"Your a wirard, your famous, everyone knows yer name!"
"But why?" his head was swimming, a wizerd and fame.
"Yer Harry Potter, the boy who lived!"
So what do u think?
