Note: This is just a little something I came up with when I was talking to Annbunny about Hermione/Snape slash. I suggested she write some to make up for the lack of well-written stories in that genre, and she protested that fiction was not her thing. Having enjoyed her poetry for a number of years, it seemed only natural to suggest that she write some dirty Hermione/Snape poetry instead. This was the natural result of that silly conversation and our mutual love of Alan Rickman.

There once was a sexy old bastard

Who liked to get little girls plastered

Hermione choked

But her will finally broke

And soon she was strung from the rafters