O' Voldemort,
Tall, handsome, noseless moldy Voldy,
where art thy (thine??) nose?
Thou were such a handsome young fellow,
with the perfect aristocratic
smeller.
With your previously luscious,
charcoal,
dark hair,
and charcoal,
coal-shaped heart 😔.
Your ferocious glare,
made me quake,
in my boots.
But now,
O’ moldy Voldy,
you’ve lost thine (thy??) nose.
With the balding scalp,
And crusty fingers*,
you’ve lost your touch.
Tall, handsome, noseless moldy Voldy,
where art thy (thine??) nose?
Thou were such a handsome young fellow,
with the perfect aristocratic
smeller.
With your previously luscious,
charcoal,
dark hair,
and charcoal,
coal-shaped heart 😔.
Your ferocious glare,
made me quake,
in my boots.
But now,
O’ moldy Voldy,
you’ve lost thine (thy??) nose.
With the balding scalp,
And crusty fingers*,
you’ve lost your touch.