In Wagatha Christie's famous fight,
A judge ruled, with a final sight,
No misconduct by Rooney's team, it's true,
Their costs were fair, that's what the judge said to you.
Mrs Vardy sued, with a claim so grand,
But lost the case, in a London land,
She appealed the decision, with a hopeful heart,
But the judge dismissed it, right from the start.
The judge said no, with a firm hand,
The appeal must fail, that's the plan,
Mrs Vardy's team, felt a bit blue,
But still they hoped, to see it through.
A spokesman spoke, with a sad face,
Disappointed in the judge's ruling pace,
But still they said, they'd move on with glee,
And look to the future, wild and free.
Mrs Vardy sued, with a claim so bold,
But the judge found out, it was false to hold,
The information leaked, from her own account,
Was true, that's what the judge did report.
A luxury hotel, a mini-bar too,
Was part of the case, that the judge did view,
But in the end, it was all just a test,
Of who would win, and who would rest.