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Poor Harry, I feel sorry for him.
When Harry Met Meagan
On the night Harry met Meagan Markle,
He couldn't believe how she sparkled,
For she was quite a dish,
And he made then a wish,
She'd be his for he was already partial,
To the way that she stood, walked and spoke,
And he made it plain it's no joke.
He took her to wife,
And she ruined his life,
Compared to before now he's broke;
For his grandma is England's queen,
And folks bowed when he came on the scene.
Now he's Meagan's toy boy,
But she's still his joy,
He's too blind to see through her scheme.
She wanted to be a big shot,
But her beauty is all that she's got,
And with stars in his eyes,
Harry reached for his prize,
And wound up with a high maintenance snot.
She tried to cash in on his name,
But the royals won't play that game.
They called her trashy,
Said she was too flashy,
And that her whole family's the same.
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