Clones are never alone

As they stand in the multiplication zone

Memorizing the tables with all their might

Hoping they got the numbers right!

An ale and rebel cocktail is all the clones gonna

Teamed against the mightier McGonagall

A sharper wit there never was

Sometimes replicas are a swansong.

This is a Vogon poetry

As Vogon as can be

Nestled between the branches

Of part-time travel with a Dame.

She was condemned to catnabbing the crooks

Who stole the tipsy mothership shook!

Lounging away in glory

Of what-was and what-could-be

Contemplating the future

Reminiscing the past

It's all in the mind

The present is a blast!

By Nablai