Best Hagrid Poems

Long time ago, a pup was born
The pup grew, eating a lot of corn.
The red pup grew so big -- bigger than Hagrid.
We share the same name
His was a fame, mine is just a flame
  ...flame that warms, not burn!...

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In Little Whinging, Privet Drive,
around the bend at Number Four
is sighted, strikingly alive,
a tabby cat not seen before.

Her interests vary from her kind’s -
she does not mind the scuttling rat
Behind a battered bin she finds 
some shade. (They think she just gets fat).

But 

After dark...

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Where magic thrives in peace, Yet no human ever beholds
Of witches, wizards, wands, it is, A miraculous story that unfolds. 

He who mustn't be named, Power above all who desired
His own life, instead he claimed, When his curse backfired.

However lived the little one, Whose death...

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Eldest daughter – I Praise

Twenty two years ago
     December twenty second,
two thousand eighteen
"star student" born
this papa (and most
     likely thee birth mother)
     initially felt ecstatic,
dramatic (yes frenetic),

and careworn
as freshly minted parents,
  ...

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People underestimate the power of books to those who are truly in love with them. Not just the object, but the idea of the object, the words within the pages. Reading a book is so much more than just reading a book. It’s watching as...

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Our Unique Rabbit Carrot Love-A Love Song For Rosie the Rabbit


Rosie the rabbit;
Had this bad habit;
Of not sharing her carrots;
This one's for you Ms Hagrid!

Ms Hagrid a human being;
And she loves also turnip greens;
But Henry the rabbit;
Loves Rosie
My love for you is like the most...

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Our own hagrid (in the corporeal essence of marital relatives) heaves livid rage
like real life harry potter dementors dead set on wreaking havoc
   mainly from the zison matriarch in a mental and physical decrepit stage
attributable in part to her four score plus years...

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Our own hagrid (in the corporeal essence of marital relatives) heaves livid rage
like real life harry potter dementors dead set on wreaking havoc
   mainly from the zison matriarch in a mental and physical decrepit stage
attributable in part to her four score plus years...

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I never read fiction, Persnickety told me.
I urged her to read Harry Potter and she laughed.
A kid’s book! I am twenty-six-years old!
You would love it, I said.
I would not, she replied.

Five years later her cats were Hermione and Ron.
Her parrot had been renamed Dumbledore.
And she...

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Muggle borns are not welcome in this providence or town.
I despise them totally, now that I am wearing Gryffindor’s crown.
Deemed myself the queen of the red and gold, courageous I am.
Inside Rowling’s novel, Hermoine and Ron are both a sacred friend.

Don’t say anything mean about...

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The boy's eyes were like his mother's,
His persona was as cool as his father's,
He was lucky enough to conquer the killing spell,
That daunting night that eventually was his personal hell.

Swathed by Hagrid, the "little tyke" was in a dreamless sleep,
Marked by the lightening scar, sealing...

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Harry Potter a boy with no real family
Living under his cousin’s stairs, in a closet’s gizzard.
Shunned and shut away as a nambly-pambly
In another world, a known, famous wizard.

Hagrid helps him get to Hogwarts where he meets lifelong friends
Ron Weasley and Hermoine Granger, a muggle-born witch.
Daring...

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Hagrid had an egg on his table
And according to the told fable
	It hatched a male dragon
	He drank a large flagon
Then he named it Norbert not Mabel...

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ITs another Halloween 
There are groups walking the street
Looking happy with themselves 
And their stash from trick or treat 

We’ve got toffees by the door 
And a bag of lollipops 
I’ve taped up the letterbox
To stop unwanted drops 

The tree outside is webbed 
The pumpkin...

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Being a parsel-tongue, I knew I was Slytherine, of course.
Dressing in scales and slithering would give it away though.
So I dressed as my patronus, seventeen-hands high stallion horse,
Entering the Great hall with mask that had a green neon glow.

Hermione was not easily found, but I...

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