Hello, I'm here with yet another little tongue-in-cheek story, except it's a poem. This is based on a piece of advice Gilderoy Lockhart gave Harry in book 2, which is the reason why it's in the Harry Potter section. For reference, it's found on page 120. Oh, and I have three brand new plotbunnies that need adopting if anyone's curious.

Summery: "Now and then he caught a phrase like, 'Fame's a fickle friend, Harry'." A poem of why this little saying is so true today.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, but I do own this little poem. So without further ado, enjoy!

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Fame is a Fickle Friend

Fame is a fickle friend.
It flows to and fro,
And where it will stand,
No one will ever know.

Fame is a fickle friend,
And can change to foe,
Instantly, without warning.
And lay you low.

Fame is a fickle friend,
It changes like the wind,
And can make the strong
To its own will bend.

Fame is a fickle friend,
A sudden betrayer.
Nothing will save you,
Not even a prayer.

Fame is a fickle friend,
It never comes to fruit.
Spoiled and raw,
It's rotten from the root.

Fame is a fickle friend,
All shifts and turning.
So this I say to you
In cautious warning.

Fame is a fickle friend,
To its own self true.
Heed these wise words,
Fame is not for you.

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So there you have it. R&R, and tell me if you liked it or hated it. See ya!