“There’s something wrong with Sandra,” said her mum
As Sandy Sat and hugged a Prada Bag
“She’s quiet nowadays; morose and glum
And has a tendency to lose her rag.
Since Yves, that French boy, left, she’s been this way
Cos she’s a Francophile and he was Male
But like I told her: ‘All French men are gay,
Or short and bald’; but that’s another tale.
Well, since this boy was really rather tall
And had a head of dark and wavy hair
It stood to reason he was gonna fall
For Pete and his 900 meter stare.
A man bag? Check. And cheeks made up rosy?
We’re talking more La Cage less Sarkozy.”
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