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Draco's a fool,
But he's Slytherin cool,
With always a girl on each side;
He hates Gryffindors,
Half-bloods all the more,
And nothing can dampen his pride.
Head stuck in the air,
His mind's never there,
And that's why he fell off his broom;
So they lost the match,
Tossed it in the hatch,
And Draco went to sulk in his room.
I wonder, I wonder,
How the heck such a blunder
Was made by those parents of his;
He's smart, but he's dense,
And he lack common sense,
That Draco, the biggest fool there is!

A/N: In line 9, "match" is referring to quidditch.
Also, go read my other HP poem, "Only a Dream"!!! It's a Snape one.