Did Louis’ first selfie in ages
Foretell jokes on SNL’s stages?
Picasso? Not fluky.
The headphones? That’s Pooty.
And loud from New York, that’s what H is.
The Malibu rounds had us wincing;
There’s nowt that says love like fists clenching.
No one’s a believer
In knock-off H. Bieber
And a snog that made Pool Girl convincing.
Some packages get you a yacht
But work with the budget you’ve got:
Tag along with the crew,
Snap your breakfast for two,
And trust that the X marks the spot.
The formula’s never finessed:
Insta moots, dodgy pics, trashy press.
The Sun shouts “Exclusive!”
Which means it’s conclusive:
Strictly business and strictly BS.
In Cali, we’re high at the sight:
“An old friend of mine’s here tonight!”
With the boys of Bus 1
A healing’s begun—
Bitter ends turning sweet feels so right.
The thing that could always bring gladness
Will now surely always bring sadness.
Four men in black dress
Laid their brother to rest.
Liam’s gone? What the fuck is this madness?
Grief whispers he’s gone; I deny.
But she says it again, by and by.
Then she swears he’s still here:
“It’s not real, what you hear”—
I’m trapped in her back-and-forth lie.
No matter how mad the word made us,
It always held hope — a “hiatus.”
Been stuck on this thought, but it wouldn't fit in a limerick, so I wrote a longer thing on tumblr.
https://t.co/qOXlvm0s6I
@larrylimericks No matter how mad the world made us,
It always held hope - a "hiatus".
But then Liam died,
And we cried and we cried,
For our loss and the beauty he gave us.
What joy these five names used to carry:
Louis, Liam, Zayn, Niall and Harry.
Now we ache to the core —
A strange new OT4
Signed, “Louis, Zayn, Niall and Harry.”
He took the stage first, just a boy,
Now the first one to leave, just a boy.
Nothing’s right, hearts are torn,
For Liam, we mourn —
Knowing Payne means we got to know joy.
Fans in place, short shorts on, paps are booked
As a new round of H-SLOT’s afoot:
Harry Styles: Legs On Tour!
Very mindful, demure ...
Hontent’s flowing as HS4 cooks.
People destined to meet will do so
(Some by chance on reality shows)
At just the right moment—
Soulmates from opponents,
Matched “next to you” from the word go.