Disclaimer: Ok, someone tell me, why I have to retype this a thousand times! ARgh… whatever… I do not own Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, etc… etc… etc… Now, on with the poem:
A boy
There was a boy who thought
That he alone should rule the world.
He was rich, and so was taught
All obeyed what they were told.
Though the boy was very handsome,
Clean, he wasn't, from within.
In his heart, he was so gruesome,
Insults never running thin.
One day, the boy was told to leave,
To Hogwarts Wizarding School.
This was his chance, and so he would cleave,
His only chance to rule!
But, that first day, he saw a boy
So different than the rest.
He told the boy, 'I'm Malfoy.
Together we'll be the best!'
And yet, without a second thought,
That boy turned his face away.
'I would never join your evil lot,'
he said, 'Not any other day.'
Malfoy was so insulted,
His insults left him, grim.
'How could the smart boy I confronted,'
he thought, 'act so stupid and very dim?!'
And so, from that eventful day,
Malfoy made up his churning mind.
'I'll show him I'm the best!' he'd pray,
'I'll beat him and his kind!'
'And then he will be sorry,
That he didn't join me.
When he lies in his grave, so lonely,
Forgotten, Potter will no longer be.'
Authors Note: Ok, ok, he was sorta, very angry at this, reflecting on his past…