My boyfriend’s a conceited bum,
He thinks he’s really grand.
His high opinions of himself
Are more than I can stand!
He thinks he’s all my dreams come true,
My ever guiding light.
He thinks I’ll be his willing slave,
Worst of all – he’s right!
A little information:
This is actually one that my mom made up when she was younger. I posted it on FanFiction.Net on August 17, 2007 as a Harry Potter fanfic. I’m partial to the “Dramione” category (I know, I’m a nerd – deal with it!) and I now immediately think of Draco when I read this poem.