Twinkle Twinkle little star,
What has become of you?
Has the fame gone to your head,
Or merely changed your view?
The song brought you fame and fortune,
Rivalled only by the Sun,
If you could only kick the Charlie,
You’d be number one.
So you are up above the world, so high,
Produced nothing new in years,
Tell your friends, you are burning out,
All your selfish fears
Like a diamond in the sky,
Or do you go by Crystal?
Why did you have the sex change op?
Simply for double D Bristols?
How I wonder where you are?
Where now can you go?
Your phone nearly stopped ringing,
Cept for that Celebrity Jungle Show,
No one loves you,
You’ll be dead and you’ll be gone,
Then they’ll wheel the next one trick pony on.
National Poetry Day in the UK. Theme for this year Stars.