Here’s a little ditty about a chav called Vicky,
She thinks we all love her but we all take the Mickey.
Vicky loves the marching powder even though it makes her louder.
Poor air cans legs are so short he can’t runaway,
so I guess he’ll have to stay.
Sir Milo was left lumbered with her by the dog’s trust,
He keeps trying to run away but it’s always a bust.
Everything she owns has been gifted,
Unless it’s the marching powder - that’s been sifted.
She’s all full of self love, you’ll all read it in her book,
Let’s all run out and buy it…are we f**k!