Across your face the skin of palest white
Stretches where a nose instead should be.
You tell me that you lost your nose the night
That you made your Horcrux number three.
When folks laugh at your pitiful nostril holes
You blame it on Horcruxes to look tough.
So does your nose contain part of your soul
Or did you just think it's cool to cut it off?
Oh, poor, poor, Voldie-poo, I feel your pain!
When thinking of your noselessness, I cry!
You can't wear reading glasses; what a shame!
Not even shades to protect your delicate eyes!
How does poor Voldy lead a noseless life?
It's no wonder you don't have a wife.