Poetry with Barkley

Lady Died

(Inspired by the tragic death of Lady Diana ex-Princess of Wales)

Lady Di is dead, She was killed in a terrible car crash.
Her majesty's bodyguard lost the lower half of his head.
The boyfriend is dead too, his name was Dodi Al Fayed.
Diana's daft driver was dangerously drunk.
They raced, as they were being chased by unscrupulous paparazzi.
Those polariod picture taking punks.
We should crush them like we did the Nazis.
Lady Di raised money for all her charities.
She was a great humanitarian,
Her eminence's presence graced the room of many fundraising parties,
When she wasn't in the Carribean.
Elton John honoured her memory with an ode.
Her plebians bought bunches of cds each.
John's rakin' in the dough.
All for some woman, who spent most of her time on the beach.
Diana was too early to die,
She stole all the press,
>From that little old woman in a dress,
And when she was called to Heaven,
Mother Theresa did fly.
Don't cry over Di's death,
It's all for the best.
It's just one less, witless opulent royal gimcrack.
It's just a matter of time before we hang the rest.
Eliabeth, Charles and Fergie.
We'll send them all to purgatory.