Eiko: as Serious HP poem about quidditch!

Skye: I could play quidditch but I don't wanna!

Quidditch

The roars of the crowd

Roar in his ears

As the wind roars past his broom

Each movement is watched by perceptive stares

The quaffle flies between the chasers

Headed for opponents goal

The seeker searches for the snitch

The bludgers make the players fall

A cheer as the keeper misses the shot

In anger the beater aims for the chaser Bell

The snitch makes its appearance now

The seekers turn and follow it well

The match gets to a frenzied pitch

Goals are being scored still

A cheer says the snitch is caught

Gryffindor two hundred Slytherin nil!