He’s a little magik boy

known to fiction and real world joy

millions love his special gift

many enrobe themselves and lift

their wands in unison, a rift

and instantly the world’s adrift

 

Uttering lyrical rhythmic words

swish and flick may sound absurd

but we adore the learned mimes

and pretending in medieval times

 

Bravery and brains alike

Potter and friends they take a hike

but at their heels shall always be

whose name must not be uttered, he

 

That wizard casts a glowering cloud

‘cross every non-death eater around

man and woman, boy and girl

shudder from his gloomy swirl

 

But we, at Disney can pretend

to vanquish Riddle in the end

with scar across our muggle pates

we raise our wands

and dream our fates.

 

– 6/22/19, Sandra Johnson