A simple short acrostic poem about the Marauders with hints of Fred and George taking over.
I don't own Harry Potter.
Misters Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs
It says, though no one knows the identity of these
Super heroes under the disguise of Marauders.
Could someone take the place in the
Hallowed halls of Hogwarts and walk
In the shadows of these
Exhilarating prank lords of days gone by
For the shoes are big to fill.
Marauders who knew the school
As well as they knew the back of their hands.
No one knows of these
Aged heroes of pranks.
Gone are all the things that claimed their fame
Except for a single map and
Documents of their punishments.