I’ve clearly too much time On my hands this afternoon and decided to do a recap in the form of a poem.
An Ode to Zophlora.
Little Sopha of Maldon, an awfur is she,
has been promoting her brand new book.
To Jamie she cries, with pound signs in her eyes,
”They’ll all buy it by hook or by crook!”
So off they all set on their little adventure,
to Lorraine, and on radio too.
Not to our surprise,
she told lots of lies,
but mostly she talked about poo.
Her five minutes of fame went straight to her head,
and back home
to tend farm she did go to prepare.
With an awkward pose in some tight fitting clothes,
she showed off her makeup and hair.
She got to Lakeside where her sheep were awaiting,
with balloons, masks and presents galore.
Through gritted teeth she smiled, as on the weight she has piled.
Size 6/8 Sophie’s no more.
An announcement was made, this day of all days,
old best bubs had posted her pickle.
“She told me, she told me” was shouted with glee.
and made it all about her - she’s that fickle!
So on to The Trafford, along with her posse,
“More sheep to be fleeced up in Manc.”
She met many a fan -only one was a man!
straight back home to check on her bank.
Some insufferable quotes with her livestock were posted,
and a suspicious amount of time with her boys.
But don’t ever fear, she’s not mum of the year,
she’s after a deal selling toys.
She will be in Glasgow this weekend, to meet up with the Scots,
where she‘ll smile and be everyone’s friend.
She’ll have Jamie at her side, who’ll be beaming with pride.
We know the show’s not real - it’s just tend.
So Little Sopha of Maldon, what is your job title?
is it cleaner, or awfur or grab-it?
Oh silly me, it’s a farmer is she...
prepare for the new Easter rabbit