Diddy Combs, a name known far and wide,
For acts unsainted, doth now hide.
Like ale turned sour, his sordid affair unravels,
God's justice whispers, in darkened gavels.
Once peaceful Éire, with tales stout and tall,
Now reels in chaos as dark shadows fall.
Through Dublin's heart, the looting fiends dance,
In this bitter stew of circumstance.
In Albion’s land, Nissan doth vow,
To craft ye olde horse, but electric now.
Like fine wine poured, their fortune spreads,
Underneath their hallowed treads.
