Britain didn’t hate you Meghan
you were welcomed here
you performed your own beheading
we didn’t interfere
And you ain’t even black
so nobody was racist
just shut your flipping trap
you Duchess of Disgraces
Your husband is a ginger
he’s had it worse than you
yet you’re the biggest whinger
that’s what Woke will do!!
Categories:
whinger, america,
Form: Rhyme
The Ginger Whinger’s in despair,
Life’s not so easy being the spare,
Seeing succession prospects recede
As baldy brother continues to breed,
And the world seems so absurd
To go and take him at his word
When he says he wants a private life
To live in peace with his kids and wife
Then gets them all in a fix
By telling all there onNetflix,
Wonders why he gets such a public rocket
As he stuffs the cash into his back pocket.
I wonder how much longer it will be
Til they tire of him the land of the free.
Will he expect the family to be forgiving
When he has to work for his own living
He had sympathy when he lost his mam
Then he tossed his toys out of the pram.
The world of food banks doesn’t really care
For the churlish antics of a redundant spare.
It would really be a sad and pathetic thing
To be as bitter as his Uncle the late ex king
Or for his only value on this Earth
To be by the accident of his birth.
Categories:
whinger, angst, conflict, confusion, irony,
Form: Rhyme
What is it about American divorcees
and the British Royal Family?
Alas it never ends well.
The Duke and Duchess of woke!
Harry, what were you thinking?
Harry, what have you become?
Harry, Why? Why? Why?
Harry, she’s no Princess Di.
After Michelle and Hillary and Nancy
your precious commoner bride
is the most insufferable bit-ch.
Harry, you are a spoiled brat!
Harry, you are an entitled prat!
Harry, on the Queen you shat!
Harry, Why? Why? Why?
Harry, she’s no Princess Di.
And now we have the big interview
with that infuriating Oprah
so poor Meghan Debacle can tell
us all how misconceived she is,
and how victimised she is
by her haters and her tormentors.
Girl, what a narcissist you are.
Girl, what a diva and what a liar.
Spare us all your fake tears!
Spare us all your fake fears!
Spare us your racist tales!
Spare us your lectures and rails!
God save the Queen from you
and that ginger whinger too!
O Harry, Why her? Why?
O Harry, Why? She’s no Princess Di.
Written: March 2021
Wrote this 18 months ago
but after recent pod casts
I just couldn’t help myself.
Categories:
whinger, betrayal, family, princess,
Form: Rhyme
I lie in bed,
Just can't sleep,
I think instead,
That I may weep.
As I watch the time,
Thriving in pain,
Still, I rhyme,
In my brain.
There is no cure,
For what I've got,
The nights' are fewer,
And sleep is not.
I've tried fresh ginger,
Amongst other things,
But I'm no whinger,
It's just clipped my wings.
So before the dawn,
I'm up writing again,
Though feeling forlorn,
With paper and pen.
/|\
(for Jan who suffers from osteoarthritis)
Categories:
whinger, for her, pain,
Form: Rhyme
There once was a terrible whinger
Whose hair was incredibly ginger
No one liked him at all
So he ran off from school
And went out to train as a ninja
Categories:
whinger, childhood, funny,
Form: Limerick