Quidditch (Mike's Poem)

Flying through the air
Feeling like a boss
When the bludger turns up
And tries to knock you off
Riding your broomstick
Without a single care
Taunting the other players
To catch you if they dare
Dodging all the bludgers
Until you see the snitch
Hearing Draco Malfoy
Boo-Ing like a bitch
Reaching for that golden ball
Unaware
That you might fall
Just a little closer...
YES!!!
The crowd roars
Because YOU ARE the best