I own nothing except the poem! I wrote this after a dental appointment. So my teeth were as blinding as Lockhart's! :)

Love poem: From Lockhart, To Lockhart.

A true adonis moment.

Shall I compare myself to a summer's day?
An extremely hot and sweltering summer's day?
My complexion is undoubtedly as clear as the sky,
By just smiling i can make a crowd of girls cry,
Witches all swoon at the sight of me,
For I am the handsomest man you'll ever see.

I'm as hot as a summer's day,
I'm as beautiful as the flowers in May.
All that cross me will surely pay,
For I'm the one that will always get his way.

And I am sure that this is not an exaggeration,
But all view my company with pure elation.
I am on good terms with the all famous witch and wizard
And they don't realise that I'm as thick as a blizzard.

Oh yes, I am a lady's man,
I myself own a luxurius catamaran.
My humour is great, and quite dead-pan
I like attention, plus dancing the can-can.

I regale admirors with tales of bravery,
I love to dress in expensive robes,
I enjoy good food, the sweet and savoury,
I can't think of anything that rhymes with "robes". Other than "robes". (Which makes it a cheat rhyme. Bad!)

Moving on...

I love to network:
Make friends with the rich and famous,
I'm civilised, and eat with a fork,
I'm also very gracious.

(I am also a good friend of the Boy-who-lived)

My students all love me,
For I am the hottest proffessor.
I don't like the Cornish Pixie,
But it's great that children call me "Sir".

They say at times, I'm so handsome, I'm mystical,
But I am not being at all egotistical.
It is merely the truth, and and I'm quite realistic.
Fame has only made me slightly materialistic,
Not to mention that I'm rich, suave and charming, and have a great smile...
My pearly whites can be seen in half a mile.

My strategy of duelling will never deviate,
All who can beat me, i am sure to Obliviate.
I'm fluent and articulate; will never mumble,
And after all this fame: I'm still quite humble.