Ode To A Redhead

Charity begins at home,
I work lots for charity,
But wherever I may roam,
Charity begins with me.

Floozy for a future king,
I cuckholded Andrew good,

Pity I fell for a sting
By that git Mazher Mahmood.

Lady Di got twenty millí,
I got fifteen grand a year,
Why should I not make a kill?
Itís not like I flog my rear...

Money can buy most things, but
Some things it can never bring,
It canít buy class for a slut,
Or change whatís behind the bling.

May 24, 2010

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