posted on Apr, 6 2014 @ 06:03 PM
The nicotine is sticking to the chandalier glass.
I'd get it cleaned, but woe is me, I cannot get the staff.
And that's not all, my Porsche is broke, some light came on, said 'fuel',
Oh, why does God do this to me? Why God? Why be so cruel?
To top it off my Jimmy Choo's are standard package mail,
I'd type the order out again but, Oh! My precious nails!
My cook thinks she can get away with fish and cheese on crackers,
But where's the roe, you stupid crow? My God! I'm gonna slap 'er!
The tea-maid too, the useless fool, or 'Chocolate teapot-maid'.
Earl Grey is not a bedtime drink! No wonder you're not paid!
My drivers late, or was it dead? I can't recall the tweet,
But either way I will be late to get my bum 'ole bleached.
You think that's bad? My Butler popped a cork into his eye,
So now I have to go without, my mouth is really dry.
My maid said I should 'go away', my woes would be forgot,
But how could I go out today? There's drizzle on my yacht.
No caviar, no pallid rim, no camomile infusion,
The only problem I don't have is one of grand delusion.