She was real sneaky, had it arranged
To star with Brad, who is such a heel. . .
Clearly wasn't in love with sweet Jen. Aniston,
Who said, "You'll leave me
For that girl with collagen lips askew?
I count that you played the two-time.
Slut! The vixen had sex with you!"

And so Mr. and Ms Pitt are now estranged
And "Brangelina" is outed.
Though she is not a widow, with the Brad man it's done.
Each has freedom,
So he then ran around with someone new,
And he became her seneschal.*
From Jen's she's stolen Brad. Boo-hoo!

Low crime to steal, Angelina.
Oh, poor Jennifer, Brad left you.
On your wedding day:
Till ends existence,
His nuptials promise. . .
Then "split" insistence.

Jen can't importune the Brad man; game's
Up, 'cause Angie's under his skin.
Had Brad been Trump, he'd have trumpeted: "Chump, you're fired!"
He's now canoodlin'
With Angie J. and poodlin', like a lap doggy.
They're "in love"; I give 'em years--three.

Low crime to steal, Angelina.
Brad knew from the day he met you
That his wedding day
Required resistance,
So now he'll prod Miss
A's sister essence.

Is Angie a slut
For Pitt pilferage after his marriage, year two?
Yeah, right!, On to the next ceremony.
It's Hollywood! So say, "I do!"

No crime to steal, Angelina.


*Devoid of all its feudal trappings, a servant