Part 5
The pantomime Megsie and Harry created
continued to gather up speed, unabated.
New York saw a terrible car chase through town.
Megsie screaming for help with her window wound down.
Catastrophic, it was, as the bikes pedalled faster.
Was that a pushchair we saw going past her?
“What happened?”cried Doria, stretching her feet.
“I missed the excitement by falling asleep.”
“Our lives were in danger,” said Harry. Deadpan.
“Get that straight or we might not succeed with the plan.”
The Mayor, in his wisdom said, “Not in Manhattan.
A car chase at speed couldn’t possibly happen.”
But all was not lost as the two were soon billed,
(better put, they were thoroughly roasted and grilled)
in their very own show, The World Privacy Tour
by South Park, with privacy placards galore.
“It’s not fair”, wailed Megsie, “they’ve ruined my life.
They said I’m an Instagram loving, bitch wife.”
“Yes, Megsie”, said H, “they got some of it right,
but my todger was used for a slanderous sleight.”
“That’s a very small point,” Meg replied with disdain,
“the bastards are saying I’m missing a brain.”
The pair, in their gloom, wondered if they could sue
but they couldn’t find anything not to be true.
So, never defeated and insight devoid,
Megsie telephoned Backgrid, extremely annoyed.
“Get your ass to the car-park. I’m doing a walk
to make Hollywood moguls come rushing to talk.
Dior will be begging, Chanel and Givenchy.
I’ll hang with the Clooneys and party with Winfrey.
Blockbuster films and an Oscar-filled shelf
and billions of dollars to bank for myself.
My re-modelled face and my drug induced figure
will guarantee stardom. No one will be bigger.”
Oh, dear! The delusion! So tragically funny.
Harry said, “Bugger, you’ve spent all the money.”
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