Bloody Git
By Arsenic Kiss
Author's Note: Just a little spur-of-the-moment poem here. Hope you enjoy!
Stupidstupidstupid bloody git.
His favorite color is LILAC and he wears
TURQUOISE robes!
The man is a freak.
How can she possibly like him?
I mean, sure the guy has nice hair.
And nice teeth.
And a rather nice...
Ugh! Was I just thinking that?
She must have rubbed off on me.
But he's a dumb, self-centered
WOMAN of a man.
Okay, I can handle mum swooning over him
but...HER?
I thought she had some sense embedded
among all that bushy hair.
I mean, it's not like I CARE or anything.
It's just rather...annoying.
How she circles his name in hearts,
and stares at him during class,
DROOLING!
Oh yeah, and guess what?
Parvati SWORE that she saw a heart-framed
picture of the git in my bushy-haired...
FRIEND's
trunk!
(And she even thought that she might have
seen her kiss it at night a few times!)
Yuck.
I mean, just...yuck.
Alright, maybe I'm getting a little caught up over this.
But, really...
Even though it's not like I fancy Hermione or anything...
Why does she have to go and like
LOCKHART?
(bloody git)
