Should I compare you to harridan hag of a winter’s day?

For you are the television screens celebrity whore,

Who people urge others on to detest what you say

Because your mealy brown nosed mouth knows no common decent law.

The papers are full of your tripe, belly pork and pock marked offal

And the stuffing, well best left to the imagination

Of the viewer who glances with excited glee at your high pitch waffle

At your endless diatribes set to cause expected squeal and harmfully stun.