Harry Rotter, What a Totter!
Harry Rotter’s quite a sight,
Grinning wide with wicked delight,
Golden curls and polished shoes,
Always plotting mischief’s news.
She pinched the biscuits, hid the jam,
Bamboozled Box, annoyed poor Gran,
Turned the kettle into a frog,
And hexed the neighbour’s yappy dog.
At school she made her teachers swoon,
By swapping chalk with a magic spoon,
And when the head cried, “What a disgrace!”
She vanished entirely—without a trace.
The Privets sigh, “Oh, mercy me!
She’s chaos wrapped in dungarees!”
Yet Harry just winks, without regret:
“The fun’s not started—you ain’t seen yet!”
So guard your china, lock your pie,
Check your shoes before you try,
For Harry Rotter’s here to stay—
And she’ll turn your world the wrongest way!
The Crazymad Writer Writes Again 