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Harry Potter got his name because his dad made plates
(a constant source or ridicule among his so called mates)

They pots his dad turned at the wheel were, socially, anomilies.
The only thing that Harry threw were full-on, proper wobblies.

But no one ever heard his rants, his words fell on deaf ears,
rants were only for the mugs, which caught his wasted tears.

Then one day as he cleaned a lantern, there among the dishes,
a genie floated from a lamp and said: “You got three wishes.”

Harry rubbed his eye aghast and thought of his desires.
He thought: “A plate-free, normal life is what I most require.”

The genie motioned to the lamp and hovered in the air.
“I do not have all day you know, I’m double parked in there.”

Driven by low self-esteem and tempted by debauchery,
Harry said: “I hate my life. It’s all so fucking saucer-y.”

Inspired by Harry’s choice or words, deliberate or not,
he shipped him off to boarding school where he became a swot.

But academic efforts earned him thrashings by the day.
And Harry soon began to rue the day he went away.

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