A crap birthday poem for chuffin chazz
From her trolls
Did ya know chazza is 30
Still as chavvy, naff and dirty
Likes a blow out with her pals
All those skanky, thirsty gals
Thinks she’s on a winner
All dressed up like a dog’s dinner
Had a babeh, loves him a lot
That doesn’t mean he sleeps in his cot
Lazy chazza can’t be arsed
poor nowurr its a farce
Every day feeds him shite,
keeps him up late at night
Kid got knocked out in a boozer
As a parent she’s a loser
Parenting tips from the tattle
Make our Chazza’s cage shake and rattle
Poor baby always lost on the gram
Feckless parents always on the lam
Chazza has no talent but desperate for fame
Every day boring shite’s the same
But her fans we do blame
Silly cows have no shame
blowing smoke up her arse
And buying her tat - its a another farce
Tanning thursdays are so fake
All that gurning makes our teeth ache
Belleh blasters cant see her flab
Think she’s skinny, lithe and fab
But its only filters, booze and bing
But have you seen her engagement ring?
Loves her dad but cant go to his grave
Goes to a statue that’s her fave
Thought she got his diabetes
but only got trace’s liabetes
Selling plastic tat she is obsessed
With every overpriced polyester dress
Will flog any old shite for the money
Tries so hard to be funny
But is she left sad and alone
While plastic ken gives a brass his bone
Here’s to 30 years of scams and lies
And a face that ate all the pies
Chazza It’s not too late to get a proper job
and get rid of cheating pob
You can make your kid very happeh
Please just change his hangin nappeh
Keep your phone out of his kite
Then you won’t have to filter his bite
Noah is a lovely boy,
he should give you lots of joy
But you can’t put down your phone
All you do is whine and grouse
Your life is all arse upwards like your house