Love's Labours

Summary: A poem to Winky from someone who knows what a House Elf really wants.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, and to some extent I wish I didn't own this little nugget of creativity gone mental.

A/N: What more is there to say? Read it and cringe.

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When you're feeling awful rotten
Then there's something you've forgotten
And that's to scrub and dust and mop and clean.
If there's nothing left to do
Then, baby, I'll come through.
Get to work and make this silver gleam.

And don't forget the shower,
It truly needs a scour,
And don't you worry, I'll never give you clothes.
How about a cup of tea?
You'll make it just for me?
From me to you, a red little rose.

How I love you, dear.
Do you mind if I leer
At all those people who want you for themselves?
No, don't go 'round the bend!
It's alright! Don't pretend
You're not smacking your head against that row of shelves!