A Difficult Life

A Difficult Life

One morning Petunia

Opened her door to find

The boy named Harry

Dumbledore had left behind.

"Vernon, come quick!"

She cried with disgust.

"My nephew, it seems,

Has been left in our trust."

"He'll be just like them,

A bloody magical freak!

We can't let that happen

We must keep him weak!"

From that day forward

When he performed a feat

They locked him away

And wouldn't let him eat.

Every day Harry worked,

He slaved and he toiled

Scrubbing the floors

And pots that were soiled.

Then suddenly it happened

Before his birthday

Hundreds of letters

Were coming his way.

Vernon turned purple

And shouted,"Enough!"

I promised we would

Put an end to this stuff!"

"They'll never find us,

They'll leave us alone!"

He packed up and headed

For places unknown.

They first tried a hotel

But they were found there.

Soon Vernon and Petunia

Were pulling their hair.

Vernon's face brightened

All lit up in glee,

Petunia, we're headed

Out into the sea!"

So they found an old shack

Where they settled the night

Confident that everything

Would at last be all right.