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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
