Rebekah Brooks

 

I like bad girls,

I like them rough and tough,

 I like their temptress looks,

And I have to now confess to you

That I am in love with Rebekah Brooks

She’s mates with the superstars ,like Madonna and Sarah Brown

And if she gets pissed off, she can close newspapers down

Those svelte power suits that long red flaming hair

She’s always at the centre of things even if she wasn’t there

And even though things, did not always go as planned

She had the boys on the Parliamentary  committee

Eating out of her hand

Her coquettish smile leaves me trembling

I love her cute dissembling,

When she has such trouble remembering

When criminality was at large
Even though she was in charge.

You would have thought that her reporters

Would have lined up for a smacking

When their editor had detected a spot of illegal hacking

But she didn’t

And all that she can say

Is she was away on holiday,

That these events cause much dismay,

 In an, “I’ve been caught out sort of way”

No worries for her about the law, I would have thought

For Rebekah has already considered that, and the law’s been bought.

Forget Dave, Nick and Ed if, for you, power is the key

For Rebekah is much more important than that,

She runs the slumber par-ty

Which is a bit more influential  than those political ones, I fear

Whose hidden manifesto was to have  her  most nibble-able  of ears

Or maybe more..........

They gazed at her, and their self seeking libido erupted

Queuing up to have their principles corrupted

Her beauty and good looks are a source of constant wonder

But there is one thing you should never forget,

And that is

Rebekah has  your number