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Title: Ode To A Trampled Mind

Author: Punk up the Volume

Author's Note: Well, this is really a spinoff "fic" from my best story, "The Growing Pains of Draco Malfoy: Age 16". In said story, Draco thinks himself to be a world class poet, therefore, I decided to put up some of his horrendous poetry. IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE BAD.


Ode to a Trampled Mind

(Written when he finds that he is failing Muggle Studies)

Oh! Trampled soul!

Trampled mind!

I am repressed, repressed!

Oh! I must break free

of this opressive barrier.

It is not my fault

I am failing

Because I know not of this

'Microwave'

You speak of!


My Ginny

(Written after becoming raptured with Ms. Ginny Weasley)

My Ginny

Oh! My Ginny

When I see you

I get this funny feeling

In the pit of my stomach

Like I am going to throw up

Crabbe said it was love

I thought it was an ulcer

Or maybe acid reflux

I heard acid reflux is really bad for you

So I think I love you

Even if you act a little slutty sometimes

My Ginny

Oh! My Ginny


Skin Diseases

(Written to Ginny during a vacation)

My darling Ginevra

No one can compare

To your blood red hair

And ghost like skin

Maybe you should have that

Checked out

It can't possibly be healthy

Maybe it's a rare skin disease

That I can cure with my love

I am desperately lonely without you

Being without you

Is like when peanut butter sticks to the

roof of your mouth

Well, not your mouth

My mouth really

I meant 'your' as in a collection 'your'

I miss your little tendencies

Like when you bite your nails

During Muggle Studies

You make this sound

Like a gopher choking

Or when you get embarressed and

Puff out your cheeks

You look like a blowfish

But the point is that I miss you

And you god awful habits

And your huge legs

I am like peanut butter without jelly

Or jelly without peanut butter

I hope you miss me just as much

As I miss you


Social Status

(Written during Muggle Studies about his apathy towards the world today)

Why should I care

Who is fighting who?

Or what's going on in the world today

I'm rich

I could have twelve buxom blondes at my beck and call

I mean, if I wanted to

Because Ginny is looking over my shoulder

I don't want to feel her fury


Vitamin C

(Written when worried about how his mother's pregnancy is affecting her love for him)

Mum neglects me

Like I am a spare cat

She forgets my Vitamin C

I could die of scurvy

Then she will be sorry

Oh yes, when I'm gone, she'll be sorry

There'll be no one

To make her tea

I hope she's happy