A Poop * k8 *
Paul Myers was not in a mood to sit in his office today; well, rarely was he in the mood to sit in his office. But today more so than most, he just...he needed to do something extremely entertaining. And so...
With a colander on his head, a pot and spoon in his hands that were be-mittened with oven mits, he had marched all the way up here...and he was DETERMINED to make his rounds the school.... BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG WHOP
Went the wooden spoon on the pot, as Paul bellowed out the words to some folk song he'd picked up a few years back. If anyone cared to join him, he wouldn't mind. There was lots of bum wiggling and general bad dancing to be had, for sure. "AAAHOOOoooOOOOoOOOooOOo--"
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |