Remember this Gaelic poem written in the eleventh century?
Or what about the classic, written by Ingolfr the Iambic in the early 1400sThe players assembled, twelve fine, hearty men,
They strapped on their cauldrons, stood poised to fly,
At the sound of the horn they were swiftly airborne
But ten of their number were fated to die.
This is your opportunity to create such a poem! To earn QWC points and Beans, it must be at least four lines long, about Quidditch (or some other broom game) and of your own making. Also, keep your poem HOL appropriate! Write it -- and post it below. You have until 11:59 PM HOL on July 17th to do so!Oh, the thrill of the chase as I soar through the air
With the Snitch up ahead and the wind in my hair
As I draw ever closer, the crowd gives a shout
But then comes a Bludger and I am knocked out.
You get 5 QWC points for creating your poem. You will also receive 10 Beans for said creation.
You do not have to use the poetic forms shown for your own poem. However, whatever you use, it must be at least 4 lines long to get those points and beans.