The Irony of Harry Potter

I spent the whole day in line,
Awaiting the arrival of the new book.
I stood amongst others alike,
And listened to the clock strike twelve.
The doors swung open revealing its mysteries,
And the the poor employees were rushed upon.
I ran foward
To be presented with my long awaited book.
Handing them exact change,
I left with satisfaction.
I saved my pennies for months,
Counting down the days to go.
When all the country would applaud
The new Harry Potter book.
My friends and I retired to our homes,
Holed up in corners with teary eyes.
As I arrived at my place of home,
And entered my living room,
There was my mother,
Smiling triumphantly,
With a gift wrapped in her arms.
"I stayed up all night, and saved up,"
She said, smiling down at me.
As I carefully unfolded the wrapping,
I glanced down at Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows,
And pulled out my pockets to reveal
The sudden emptiness.
I sank down onto the cold floor,
And rested between my legs were two books,
One mine...
And the other mine.
Money wasted,
And irony the curse.