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Poem for the "Daily Prophet Round 1 Report" competition (Quidditch League Forums). Prompt: poem less than 500 words about relationships and fire.

There are meant to be lots of strikethroughs, which FF doesn't seem to support, so I've done them like -this-

If ever a man so stupid exist

That would pluck a foe from certain death

May the Devil strike -Potter- that man with fist

Claw tooth and nail -and stupid bloody- till he lose all breath

For if such a man did act upon

Such reckless thought (seriously, -Potter-, why?)

Then what could thy bizarre action mean?

But that you -are an attention-seeking git- think more of me than you decry

So, here I sit, stupidly late of eve

Composing, what? Rubbish, I'm sure

To ponder just what your efforts mean

Though it doesn't matter anymore

See, I am -royally screwed- deep in a plight most dire

I fell in love when we escaped that fire