Heptagon of Perfection
Long ago I bought a wand
And it was very nice
I could make objects fly away
And make curry and rice
But one day I used my wand
To fix my thumb and toes
But it went wrong in an instant
And it flew right up my nose
Wands are good and useful
And utterly brilliant
But only if you buy one
From XWD Wandmakers
If you don’t buy our wands
You’ll be punished sometime
Because one day you’ll wake up to find
That your wand has broken your spine
There was a man called Ogden
Who bought an Elder Wand
And he went to an old bar
And bragged all along
But when it was time to hit the road
A man behind a tree
Jumped right on top of him
And killed him instantly
Today I met, to my dismay,
A bunch of Death Eaters
Who had held in hostage
Old Rita Skeeter
But with a lazy flick with my wand
I brought them all down
And took Skeeter by the hand
And swung her round and Round