Meghan's Limericks, and other poetry.


Book Reviewer
I don't really rate Harry Windsor,
I think he's a bit of a mincer,
He's done it all wrong
The big silly mong,
He should've just f*cked her and binned her.


If you can talk with crowds about democratising vaccinations and keep your virtue,
And walked with Kings before you lost your common touch,
If neither your own abandoned family nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all uniforned men counted with you, but since your wedding none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute with woke waffle
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run to hide behind your wife's skirt,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And which is more you’ll be a disappointing mug, my son!

Major James Hewitt
Meghan the actress in suits
Decided to get to big for her boots
She married the Prince
For who she would rinse
But upset the family, the brutes

Meghan had a big husband list
Money was paramount not least
The family would supply
But they sussed her big lie
So she called them out as racist

The Duchess told Oprah her dits
She fibbed on all best bits
Of bigots and snobs
The family being knobs
Her finances are now in the pits

Harry and his gold-grabbing wife
Decided to make a new life
They took all his titles
They told many tell-tales
Now their plans are in strife
Disclaimer: This poem is not about any particular individual. Any deemed association is purely coincidental.

I opened up my hairy clunge
My Prince drop off his salty slunge
And cos he’s rich, a ******* ginge
I let him fist my gopping minge
I am a ****

I may use these as my punk song lyrics too.


Book Reviewer
Now Meghan has an attack of the vapours
Each time she sees Kate in the papers
She thinks it unfair
That we don't seem to care
Hence her increasingly ridiculous capers

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