The Ballad of Britney

A sadder tale has not been told

In all our youthful years,

Than that of gentle Britney dear,

The lovely Missus Spears.

Ah!  The days when she wore pigtails!

Singing hit her again,

Before the unpleasant details

Had started to pour in.

A lovely voice that shone so strong,

Like beacons in the night,

Left fond fanatics in her wake

And showed her inner light.

To the very top of the Billboards

She rose with the swiftness,

Her records undoubtedly sold

Like hotcakes with quickness

Striking again after one more time

Collecting awards she did it again

Taking giant strides and starting to climb

She looked like Barbie and just needed Ken.

A Slave 4 U and then a tour

Leads to career hiatus,

Madonna's kiss soon hits her lips

The tabloids must discuss.

A Toxic song success will bring.

Success? A Grammy win,

Her first so far. Another tour

Will follow shortly next.

Despite the fame she needed more!

Her ringless hand would take

a vow to wear the ring of Kev.

How quick the downfall came...

Soon enough the stork paid a visit to Brit

To Sean Preston Fed. she became mother

Friends, family, and press all oohed and ahhed

And the next year young Sean got a brother

But trouble on her door did knock

And our beloved Brit began to crumble

In bars and clubs along the coast

In stilettos she did stumble

She found herself amongst a crowd

Of women acting crazy.

The vision of her bright future

Continued to grow hazy.

Gone away her bright ambition,

And soon her husband's ring

With camera's flashing all about,

Now in pain she'll sing.

Soon shaved and buzzed was Britneys' hair

Her actions, they got worse

And quickly wondered fans and friends

Is fame a great big curse?

Oops she did it again" rehab.

Mental illness and drugs.

The paparazzi's lovin her.

Dressed K-Fed style with uggs.

True she's a girl no more, yet a

woman we're still unsure.

Bug eyed glasses and sloppy clothes

make Brit far from demure.

Torn shirts and a really bad weave

soon became a staple.

So we are all left to wonder,

What happened to our girl?

Worn and broken by this cruel world

She continues to fall,

Faster now than ever before,

She looks to end it all.

Her boys are lonely, she is sick,

Her sister's pregnant, and

She clings to any one she can.

Lend her a helping hand!

We sit in hope she will return

Much better than before.

As she heals we all start to ask

When she'll go back on tour.

Her life pieces of clear glass,

Heart in wait of her sons.

Her lost glory will soon return

Her grief lost in large tons.

But with the help of her family,

Her kids, Brit can now see.

On the road to recovery,

The pop star she will be.

Her life is a thin line carved into stone,

Unchangeable and concrete.  She is ours

to watch - she must perform until she dies,

But singing and dancing won't heal her scars.

The shame and pain multiply

As her psyche divides.

It is a sad life being watched,

She mourns her life inside.

But hope shines for the fallen star.

Support is there right now.

No news of her was quite bizarre.

She's getting better – how?

Brit is on the comeback trail on

"How I Met Your Mother,"

A far cry from flashing panties,

We hope she does another!

Now she thinks she is an actress,

Born to make us happy,

No hair, no kids, no man

Her life seems pretty damn crappy!