In Memory of Baby P
(To the tune of Fresh Prince of Bel Air)

Now this is the story all about how
My spine got snapped, turned upside down
And I’d like to take a minute so just listen to me
I’ll tell you how I became a corpse known as Baby P

In North London born and raised
In the hospital is where I spent most of my days
Bruised and beaten to within an inch of my life
Had my fingertips sliced off with a Stanley knife
Because a couple of guys liked to choke me till I’m blue
Pull out my fingernails, set the dog on me too
The council investigated and my mum got angry
She said “We’ll break your back and you’ll die in Haringey.”

Over her boyfriend’s knee, my spine went crack
Then I lay there paralysed with a broken back
If anything I could say that this shit was gay
I was dying in a filthy cot for two days

Then I got punched in the face about once or twice
I swallowed a tooth and thought, “Yo, that ain’t nice!”
That’s the end of my story, it was the end for me
That’s how I became known as the Baby P




An express elevator to Hell! GOING DOWN!
(powervator and NONE SHALL PASS, Wed 17 Dec 2008, 15:13, 5 replies)

Fantastic
Though not "good".

An excellent bit of writing, with a godawful subject matter.
( uberdeity Wondered why Owen Lars knew of the term "hell" on, Wed 17 Dec 2008, 15:31, closed)

Beautiful!!!
Take that you bunch of jumpingonthebabypbandwagon bastards!!!!
( SpikeyPickle wishes he was mabazaritchie, Wed 17 Dec 2008, 15:36, closed)

Arf
that really shouldnt be funny...
(wrigglesworth, Wed 17 Dec 2008, 16:08, closed)

hmm
Its quite sad how the media has gone on too much about Baby P, Its absolutly awful what that poor child went through, I feel bad that Im sick of hearing about him.
(laurasuper, Thu 18 Dec 2008, 1:25, closed)

It is sad
I must admit. Sorry for the song.
(powervator and NONE SHALL PASS, Thu 18 Dec 2008, 1:42, closed)