A/N: This poem is based on my fanfiction, The Marauders and the Rogues, which you can find on under the username PrincessEarth. No copyrighted character names are used in this poem, but if you get the gist, you'll understand that this is about Peter and Regan, and incorporates a lot of the events from the story.

Whatever

Once there was a stupid boy
Whose name you will not learn;
A pretty girl, with raven hair -
For her, his heart did yearn.

But he was quite pathetic;
No thicker boy you'd meet,
And she was mocking, cynical,
Sardonically sweet.

Despite his mad obsession,
He could not spell her name,
A get-well card, he once did write;
“Dear Regin, what a shame.”

Persistence was his specialty;
He'd stop at nothing short,
Of following her all day long -
To this, she did retort:

“Oh, stop it, you stupid boy,
I've better things to do,
Than check my back each step I take,
In hope of ditching you.”

But he would never listen;
Her words held little worth.
To him she was the finest thing -
The finest thing on earth.

“Mate, you've got it bad for her,”
A friend of his once said -
To this, the boy fired, “I do not!”
And blushed a ruby red.

Time and time again he'd ask
Her if she would go out,
And time and time again she'd say,
“Why, no, you rotten lout.”

He couldn't get it in his head
That she was unconcerned;
He felt she'd answer “yes” someday -
That much, he'd surely earned.

But every day it was the same -
He'd smile and wave and call,
And she would make a face at him;
She didn't care at all.

One day, the boy did ask himself,
“Does she really hate me so?”
But shook his head, and smirked and said,
“The answer's surely no.”

So on and on, he badgered her,
And never did give up,
He even bore her constant threats,
And here and there a wallop.

Years went on, he did not stop;
The girl, she grew irate;
She turned to him one day and said,
“Alright, if you're so great,

Then kiss me once, and only once,
And then you'll go away.
And if you don't, you stupid boy,
I'm telling you – you'll pay.”

The boy was glad as glad can be,
He hastened at the chance;
He kissed her then, as she had asked,
And gave her one last glance.

“Dear Regan Tain,” he told her then,
“How sad that we must part,
But please, do know, that even so,
I love you with my heart.”

She rolled her eyes, and smiled a tad
(He'd picture that forever),
And as she turned away she said
One final word: “Whatever.”

A/N: I know I'm not famous for my poetry (not that I'm famous at all, even) but I'd still like to know what you think. Yes? No? Well, go ahead, leave a review! This is no time for dilly-dally! (As Dweezil would say... see The Labeled Age if you're confused about that last part.)