Louis Walsh frowned
As his boys tossed around
The head of Sienna Miller.
He sighed: "Guys, I know
You don't dig Boho
But that wasn't a reason to kill her.
Now we'll all face
A public disgrace
From the pigs of Primrose Hill
These murder sprees
Have really got to cease -
Can't you do something else for a thrill?"
"Louis," they said,
While skinning the head
"It's not just a bit of fun.
Sharon Osbourne says we must
Satisfy her bloodlust
Before we score another number one.
She has woken from the deep,
Without her beauty sleep
And needs to look her Osbourne best.
Nobody must know
That beneath her reddish glow
She's a surgically-enhanced Rose West.
So give the gal a chance,
Come join us and dance
With the Devil in the pale moonlight.
Help us disembowel
The nasty Simon Cowell
And devour him with some Chicken Tonight."
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