Because I'm a dork and can't use memories...
This is the coolest filk EVAR

by

bnfshavemorefun

O Gryffindor! My Gryffindor! our fearful ship is tossed;
Our goals have failed at every turn, the prize we sought is lost.
Our site is through, its death-knell tolls, the people all are mocking,
While follow all the steady flow of wank so grim and shocking.

But O Tower! Tower! Tower!
O the flaming war so crude!
Now on the block my website lies,
Her domain unrenewed.

O Gryffindor! My Gryffindor! Rise up and hear the jeers;
Rise up--for you they crow and mock--for you they flaunt their sneers;
For you they're tarring and feathering -for you the hordes are gloating;
For your head they call, the wanking mass, their eager faces glowing:

Here Gryffindor! dead father!
This hand around your dick,
Shall stroke until the truth be shown:
You're all a bunch of pricks.

My Tower is a 404, its boards are cold and bleak;
My father wanks to no avail, he has gone limp and weak;
The ship's adrift in hostile ports, its voyage just begun;
From long-suff'ring plights the victor sites come in with object won:

Exult, cassieclaire, rejoice, msscribe!
But I with mournful tread,
Must ne'er refresh the site that lies
Fallen cold and dead.