Tom Riddle

Coudn't play the fiddle
So he hired a tutor
She didn't help him - so her killed her
He tried the flute
He couldn't play that either (his lips were to thin)
So he tried the recorder
And he played and skipped all the way to Mordor
Where he bacame the Lord of the rings.....errrr.....Deatheaters
And he plays to them every thursday at midnight
But little does he know
That his audience isn't filled with Deatheaters!
It's filled with hyper-active giggling fan-girls!

A/N---teehee, this isn't really poetry, but I thought i was funny!