Harry-Hating French Teacher by Anita Senaratna

I think about you every single day

I’ve driven myself (and my friends) insane

I know you’re taken, but, still, that’s OK

I count the days till I see you again

Some girls might, but I don’t think you’re good looking

And sometimes, you’re a little immature

You’re outspoken, and terrible at cooking

But you’re nice, and smart, and funny, that’s for sure

Do you feel the same way that I do?

And would you care if I dropped dead right now?

Do you care that you’ve turned my brain to goo?

I doubt it, but still, I don’t know how

I can like someone as weird as you

You’re a Harry-hating French teacher, too.