Katie Price Divorce Number One

Oh Katie Price, you aren’t so nice, what more will you say?

The cameras tape, and you cry rape, across the pages of OK!

On ITV2, what else would you do, but air your dirty laundry,

And all the while, through your fake smiles, we side with Peter Andre.

Oh Katie Price, what will suffice, your desire to be a trend setter?

In her next book, so proud just look, She’ll move on to joined up letters.

For the tabloids of course, you filed divorce, but bad press left you moody,

To win us back, why not change tack, and get cancer like Jade Goody?

Alas you’ll lose, fade from the news, making your temper fizz.
You’ll hit the skids, Pete gets the kids, even the one that isn’t his.

But despite what’s said, up in her head, all is rosy in Katie Price Land,
But if the Price is just right, when her career goes to shite, she’ll do adverts for Iceland.