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)