I've yet to hug a piggy in my garden

I've yet to hug a piggy in my garden

by Crazy Lunatic Wizard Vlad

I have three little piggies in my garden,

They're all so soft and cute, I love them all,

Only, I have a bigger problem,

I've yet to hug a piggy in my garden.

This poem might not make no sense,

Nor gramatically or logically,

That is the point, you may have guessed,

I've yet to hug a piggy in my garden.

You see, the problem is with pigs,

They reproduce, and hate intruders.

So all the piggies' little sons,

Protect my lovely garden.

I've yet to hug a piggy in my garden.

Only, I have a bigger problem,

They're all so soft and cute, I love them all,

I have three little piggies in my garden.

But these piggies hate me so,

Think I am the Evil Man,

They want to take my house over,

Conquer my lovely house.

I wonder why they all hate me,

I gave them life, and let them free,

Maybe, that is their problem!

I've yet to hug a piggy in my garden!

They wanted love, they wanted care,

I was busy doing magic.

Now I am old, not young, like then,

But now, they don't care.

I've yet to hug a piggy in my garden.

I'll never even get around to.

Since I can feel their knife in my back,

I've yet to hug... a piggy in my gard-....

Welcome back! (and Quidditch in Romania)

Hello, peeps! Welcome back! It has been a WHILE since I last posted, mostly because school, exams, blah-blah. But now I have a summer's worth of time to kill and ready to start back again! With a changed writing style, because I change and develop over time. 

So, a lot of you may probably have (never) asked yourself this question: how is Quidditch in Romania? Glad you asked, person I've probably never met! It's basically the same, we just have candy canes and meatballs instead of brooms and actual playing balls. It may seem like a waste but it's actually a way we prove our creativity, it's really interesting. They're genuine candy canes and meatballs prepared before each match, but we practice with plastic versions.

What's interesting about Romanian Quidditch isn't actually this, shockingly enough, but the dilemmas within. You're most probably not caught up with any of this so I'll go through everything, basically:

There's two sides: The Brown Bears (animals found in the biggest quantity in Romania of all Europe) and The Vampires. They... HATE each other. The mascots always fight each match, one pulling out their bear head to whack the other's fangs off. It's so bad pro-Bear people eat garlic sauce they get from KFC (yes, we, Romanians, have that in our KFCs) with fries to show their hatred towards The Vampires. But, the most recent news is: fans of The Brown Bears ambushed a McDonalds restaurant (pro-Vampire, rival of pro-Bear KFC) and poured an entire garlic sauce down the best Vampire player, a NIGHT before the match. So, the Vampires lost. I am pro-Vampire and furious at these primitive animals' barbaric actions. We play a noble game, due to our players' delicate skin's sensitivity to daylight they play at night, find subtleness in the taste of wine and dress elegantly, as shown by our fine robes.

I hope this satisfied your curiosity towards a previously unknown situation.