Evil Book

Hidden safely away from view,

Or maybe thrown down an unused loo,

This journal would far better be,

As long as it's away from me.

Yelling voices in my head?

Telling me to do as said?

Red roosters blood all down my robes?

How am I ever going to get new clothes?

Death threats against myself, painted on a wall?

Why absolutely no worry at all.

My knight in shining armor will come,

Hopefully he'll take me out from under Tom's thumb.

Possessed by a raving book?

That froths at the mouth from every look?

Suspicions floating in the air,

This isn't really very fair.

Giant snakes with poisoned fangs?

Stupid teachers who thinks they're 'thangs'?

Crushes on the Boy-Who-Lived?

Or known to some as the Boy-Who-Fibbed.

Caught brother kissing dear Penelope?

Maybe next comes 'Marry me?'.

This has gone on long enough,

This year is over, and it was tough,

But Harry was there to save the day,

And now I'm safe and out of the fray.

Although I'm also out of the way.