Marc O'Brien Poet Rhyme

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!”

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