“There once was a sex god called Sirius Black,
Who had all the good looks that so many lack.
He was charming and witty, and set hearts aflutter,
“I wish I was with Padfoot!” all others would mutter.”
“There once was a boy with a slight furry problem,
(Not as slight as a rabbit, but not bad as a goblin)
He had hair like the autumn and eyes of pure amber,
There were hundreds that loved him, but just one would he gander.”
“And that one (yes, you’ve guessed it) was Sirius Black,
Who was proud to announce that he loved him right back.
He rode in on his charger, and scooped up his love,
Then soared into the sunset, and through skies above.
You see Padfoot’s charger was not just a horse,
(‘Cos he’s much to cool for that transport of course.)
On a shiny, new motorbike, they flew away,
And their fangirls all fainted (or so I’ve heard say).”