She was by far the Mother of Sorrows,
Always wanting better tomorrows.
Had the perfectly clean and decorated house,
Always behaved like the church mouse.

She was by far the Spanish star,
Knew her moves and yes by far.
She had no baby and felt bare,
She turned to everyone who would dare.

He by far chanced on the ram,
Who sat out there with the pram.
She was open to only coffee and tea,
God only knows why she chose me.

Any way he was good at football you see,
He knew how to kick goals right in just like me.
So he went to become the big star,
And got caught with a big ball, yes by far.

Now what was he supposed to do,
But from all to bid adieu.
They were all pretty mischievous,
For Marc Antony they were but devious.

By Anisha Achankunju (C) 30th January 2011