Had a good wank over Tits Tate last night in her new TV series. She has clearly piled on the pounds though

Yes I watched her with the mrs. Got hard thinking about her huge fat tits - covered up too much though.

Cath an' Angie...now there's a thought...

In the world of comedy, a celebrated mirth-maker stands,
Catherine Tate, they say, is a wit of many lands,
Yet beneath this acclaim, a tempest brews and roars,
A tapestry of offenses, on scandal's shores.

Characters abound, each a testament to her art,
Fostering understanding and warmth, a beating heart,
Diversity celebrated, a rich tapestry she weaves,
Breaking barriers, ensuring no one grieves.

Behold, the character Lauren, embodiment of disdain,
A grotesque portrayal, perpetuating social bane,
Chav caricature, a venomous decree,
Reinforcing rifts, shattering unity.

Lauren, a creation, breaks through the mold,
Empathy and depth, her story's gold,
Challenging stereotypes, she bravely stands,
A call for unity, across varied lands.

Her comedic palette, vivid yet dark,
Brushstrokes of offense, leave a lasting mark,
Disabilities and ethnicities, subjects of jest,
In this comedy, empathy takes no rest.

Her humor, a gentle breeze on a summer's day,
Brimming with kindness, in every way,
Language, respectful, a sweet melodic tune,
Resonating love, under the glowing moon.

Vulgarities and aggression, her chosen guise,
A masquerade of humor, veiling hurtful cries,
Audiences drawn to this malevolent scene,
An echo chamber of hostility, a soulless sheen.

In this vast world, a vibrant spectrum of hue,
Tate's characters reflect this, each one anew,
A celebration of humanity's beautiful blend,
An ode to togetherness, a message to send.

Amidst our diverse world, her characters seem blind,
Monochromatic visions, a prejudiced mind,
Diversity, a canvas untouched, left in the cold,
A failure to embrace, a story left untold.

Satire, a tool, to mend and mold,
Highlighting societal ills, compassion untold,
A mirror to society, reflecting with care,
A call to action, to love and to share.

Satire, she claims, to veil the spite,
A frail defense, concealing the blight,
But beneath the guise, cruelty thrives,
Leaving wounded hearts in archives.

Satire, a tool, to mend and mold,
Highlighting societal ills, compassion untold,
A mirror to society, reflecting with care,
A call to action, to love and to share.

Critique knocks, a messenger of truth,
Yet, a dismissive wave, a heart uncouth,
Responsibility abandoned, a deafening silence,
In the face of repercussions, an eerie defiance.

Oh, let us raise our voices high and clear,
Expose the darkness, dispel the veneer,
Hold accountable this purveyor of disdain,
For in this theatre of comedy, ethics must reign.

So, let us celebrate this luminary, so grand,
Who spreads love and laughter, across the land,
In this theatre of comedy, let kindness reign,
For Catherine Tate's legacy is a heartwarming refrain.