The bimbos were having a party <br />Those footballers girlfriends or WAGS <br />The do wasn’t too arty-farty <br />Just Bacardi breezers and fags <br /> <br />Victoria B said to Colleen <br />“That dress looks just like a rag <br />If I looked like you I would never be seen <br />Without a brown paper bag” <br /> <br />Colleen replied “My dear Vic <br />Your years have taken their toll <br />Your dress is such a bad fit <br />Did you steal it off a toi-let roll? <br /> <br />“Those silicone t*ts are a farce <br />Your hair must have come off a yak <br />We all hate your smug skinny arse <br />If you smile your face just might crack” <br /> <br />They all then got into the fight <br />Hair and nails flying every which way <br />The cleaner then swept up that night <br />And sold all the bits on e-Bay <br /> <br />copyright Victoria George<br /><br />VICTORIA GEORGE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wags-party/
