Disgraced Australian entertainer Rolf Harris has had a number of poems he has written inside Stafford jail confiscated because they were deemed to be mocking his victims.
The convicted pedophile is set to be charged with up to eight new sex offences after he was jailed in June last year for sex attacks on girls as young as eight from 1968 to 1986.
The poems confiscated, which Harris is believed to have tried to send within letters to friends and family, were deemed inappropriate and offensive, a source told The Mirror.
“They made references, some joking, to women in general as well as his victims. They painted him as the victim," the source said.
“The tone was misogynistic and underlines the fact he believes he has done nothing wrong.”
Harris has previously been condemned for penning a poem in which he referred to his victims as money-grabbing 'woodworms'.
WARNING: Some readers may find the content below distressing
The Daily Mail has obtained a leaked letter from Harris containing the lyrics to a song which calls his victims “slimy little woodworm[s], and “perfumed sultry wench[es]”, among other insults.
“Well, I’ve managed to break my duck and start writing a letter,” writes Harris.
“After eight months inside, the inner rage has come to fore.
“I’ve started writing a song about the injustice of it all.”
What follows is a vicious diatribe which calls the victims of Harris’ crimes worms who crawled out of the woodwork from 40 years ago who want to get their 50-years-old hooks into his dough. He suggests it should be set to a country tune with a strong backbeat.
Following the song, Harris explains he has not yet been able to put it to music but says he plans to record the piece as soon as he emerges from his five year and nine month sentence.
However, Harris’ resurgent creativity could mean that he has to wait longer to compose the melody.
According to the Daily Mail, lawyers representing Harris’ victims seized on the letter and demanded that it be used to force the Tie Me Kangaroo Down singer to serve his full sentence without parole.
Lyrics in full:
''Climb up out of the woodwork babe
From forty years ago
The climate’s great in Britain now
For making loads of dough
You’ve festered down there long enough
Time’s right to grab your chance
Clap eyes on a rich celebrity
And make the bastard dance''
''Make him squirm, slimy little woodworm
Make him squirm, squirm, squirm
Sink your claws right in to the hilt, don’t like him go''
(Group) No! No!
''Make him burn, burn, burn,
Slimy little woodworm, make him burn
Get your fifty-years-old hooks into his dough''
(Group) Go baby go
''The old bandwagon you crawled out of
(Rotten to the core)
Conceals a host of foul accusers
Twenty maybe more
My guess is they’ll slide after you
All following your stench
Perhaps you believe you’re pretty still
Some perfumed sultry wench''
''Make him squirm
I can hear you singing
Make him squirm, squirm, squirm
Just imagine all of the money waiting there''
''(Group) Oh Yeah
Make him burn, burn, burn
Come and join the feeding frenzy girls,
Don’t miss out, come on join me for your share
(Group) Put it there''
Morning news break – October 19