Sorry guys, my computer deleted my MicrosoftWord. But I found this awesome thing online and I'm typing a document! So, here's just something quick and (hopefully) silly so I can make sure it works. I'm back and I'm not quite as depressed as before, so this won't be as sad as the other things I've written. R&R please?

-Me

Monday, again.
I wake up, get dressed,
And try my hardest
Not to smack Albus
When he asks
For a rubber duck
For the eighth time Just this week.

He is a strange man,
But a great one none the less.
He has his quirks
And his despicable traits
But in all honesty
When you really think about it
He isn't too bad...
All the time.

Some people would think,
Being his deputy and all,
That I know what goes on
In his unorganized mind.
But I have no idea.
For example, he just asked
For a rubber duck.
And that is the ninth time.
Just this week.

Sometimes I wonder why.
Why is he so...off?
What happened?
Was he dropped on his head as a baby?
But no, that can't be it.
That wouldn't cause enough damage
To be the cause of this much
Absolute stupidity.

Ten times, I count.
Ten times he has asked
For a God forsaken
Rubber duck.
I must talk to Mr. Arthur Weasley
And tell him to stop
Mentioning these damn
Muggle toys.

-M. McGonagall