When I was a young blogger I was very naive and thought people would be interested in my silly little poems about pop stars. Poems such as this one about Chris Evans' fantasy shag and lead singer of one of the worst bands of all time, Texas...
Oh Sharleen Spiteri...
Do you eat dairy?
Your complexion is four out of four.
Your smooth creamy skin
Is packing 'em in,
But your middle aged pop is a bore.
This was before I realised you had to network in order to be a big blogging star. The muse, however, hasn't left me. And yesterday I was inspired by hearing a song on my least favourite radio station, Heart 106.2.
I hope you enjoy it, though experience says you won't...
When Crosby sings White Christmas
He sings it with such class
When Michael Bublé does the same
I just think "silly arse"
Bing can almost fill me up
With happy Christmas cheer
Bublé brings me to despise
This rotten time of year
I have no need of presents
I'll be content with nothing
But Bublé's gob filled to the brim
With sage and onion stuffing
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