The Princess
The princess
I don`t understand the British
when Diana died the county went into an unseemly
mourning a mass hysteria of grief.
She was divorced for a little called Charles
they had two sons who are both going bald.
I didn`t think much of her going on holidays living
The kids at home, if a working-class mother had
done this the social people would have knocked
on the door.
Diana took up living with an Arab and Charles
married a horse, hadn`t she died she would
by now giving hampers to the wealthy at Christmas.
And no one would have called her
a people’s princess.
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