For reasons of tact and diplomacy, I can't link this verse to anyone in particular. Its enough that I know.
Ode to the Old Lady
In your Arran Knit of doom
You lurk upon the sofa there
with noxious vapours in the room
Released by you into the air
And as you comment on TV
Believing that we care to know
of all your musings running free
on every bloody single show
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