PROFESSOR TRELAWNEY
If this weakling wants a war, it's a war he shall get!
In terms of who's a better psychic, I've no cause for regrets
Born the runt of the litter, you can't fight to save your life
And yet somehow, you wound up bagging a wife!
Your seizures and dreams pale in comparison to me
On the 26th of October, the Black Rabbit will come for thee
So stay away from me, familiar stranger,
Or else you will be in grave danger!
FIVER
Silflay hraka, you demonic lass
I don't need a pocket watch to kick your arse
Your prophecies are a joke, devoid of weight
So - get out! - at least my rhymes are doing great!
I prophesied the destruction of Sandleford Warren
You ended up fired at the hands of a bitchy moron!
Without Dumbledore, you'd be nothing, you chive
You need to get out of Hogwarts and get a bloody life!
PROFESSOR TRELAWNEY
I'm so sorry, dear boy, was that a verse? Must've dozed off
That being said, your verses make me laugh! You're alone
Even your warren doubts your prophecies till it's too late
Even your gender politics are long out of date!
Hrairoo me old man, you're long in your grave, you
Your film is better, and even Netflix couldn't save you.
FIVER
You can leave now or you can be destroyed
This bunny ain't something with which you can toy
Call me Nick, when I steal your artistic integrity
Like your authors, when she compromised her levity.
Keehar and Hazel would really like a word
Cos in terms of magicks, you're utterly absurd!
WHO WON?
WHO'S NEXT?
WE'LL SEE!
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