Little Riddle
We all know that Voldy was a possessed little kid, but just how messed up was he? These poems as told by an orphan living with him will help us find out!
Little Riddle quite insane,
Fed
to several kids some bane.
Then said, "Matron," as she
cried,
"Don't worry, ma'am, they'll die outside."
Little
Riddle, mad as can be.
Beneath another, only three,
He lit a
stick of dynamite.
Now the other's out of sight.
Little
Riddle, who came in late,
Cut an orphan up for bait.
We miss
her when it's time to dine,
But Riddle's fish tastes simply
fine.
Riddle
poisoned Johnny's tea;
Johnny died in agony.
The matron
came, and looked quite vexed:
"Really, Tom," she said,
"what next?!"
Little
Riddle feeling mean
Fed my sister Paris Green
As she lay in
agony
Riddle danced around with glee.