From the Royal Players

There once was a west ham Went to Hollywood with a plan Thackray was her name She loved the American cheese game Everything seemed fine Sorority House filled with cheap wine Doing the nickel and dime Thackray had a dirty mind After a long break Realizing her actual financial stake She found herself alone after the final take Her tiny bubble burst No longer loved instead feeling cursed Then the wolves sent a message Showing two late goals, a skillful lesson Thackray pondered the gale force thrust Letting her special spiritual powers know she isn’t going bust As she returned to the Crystal Palace Not shredding any malice Listened the crown did Since they admired her as a kid “We do not want you in the relegation zone Second tier subject waiting to answer the phone” Smiling at her influential leaders Believing what they were feeding her “Yesterday those who wanted your fine ripe cherries Got nothing and are buried” Being at ease Doing what she pleased “Remember that boy Aston who was really bad?” And today celebrates a holiday where he is called dad” Thackray brought up While the royals drank from their silver cup Looking at each other the two realized Aston’s plan was foiled Shrugging shoulders saying “he was spoiled” “Yes my dear,” the Queen started “You two did not have a nice time when parted” Then the Prince replied “We sent Chelsea to the Villa to handle the guy He had one that made the visitor blue and upset Angering Chelsea while she presented two things he will never forget” Thackray gave her adieu Thanking the pair and not being a fool Before leaving the enchanting hall Something from the dungeon paid her a call It was a canary covered in dark soot Already condemned fiddling with a magical flute “What are you going to do?” Asked the fowl startling Thackray with the questionable boo “Soon it will be me and you” Giving an evil stare Not having any thoughts about this affair “Go back to the wharf And what you are worth Clean that white collar” Thackray hollered “You may have money But I am not your honey” Backing off a bit Taking the hit Then the feathered singer delivered the next lines in the script “Enjoy your white lilies I was just joking you know being silly” Turning red from the toffee moment that was a draw Thackray nearly punched the tweet in his jaw Quickly the bird disappeared After sending the message Thackray feared “There is no alerting the next of kin Spurs are going to get kicked out and I am going for the win!”