He fiddled and he diddled,
The man of stature that he is,
By his failings now belittled,
For a wanton screw and kiss,
Though might I say, I think,
The uproar it has caused,
In circles into mink,
In much hypocrisy is lost,
This is another public lynch,
Too big he was for many,
To bring him down an inch,
Make worth his crown a penny,
The goodie, goodies’ in the crowd,
That never had an inch to boot,
Now feel free to scream and shout,
To holler and to hoot,
Te former psycho pants et all,
Do what always most will do,
Fast they run to leave his stall,
To find somebody new,©18/05/2011
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Who will throw the first stone???..NOT ME!!!
Vesna :)
Regis
The beat goes on, my friend.
John