The Queen of Hearts, they called her. Headlines wrote
themselves; the tabloid papers would devote
at least an inch each morning to her shoes
and made of her a goddess. Should their muse
walk down a street, she had "the common touch",
although she didn't touch the poor too much
unless a camera waited. She would pose
and look down her aristocratic nose
at those whom she would never see again,
and smile. Sometimes she'd take a mother's wean
to make herself look caring. Those would sell
her image best; such acts would help dispel
the rumours of affairs. A woman must
appear as the Madonna -- if her lust
got out of hand, the peasants would not buy
the paeans of the Sun. Oh, Lady Di:
not even still a princess when she died,
but just some Arab playboy's latest ride.
themselves; the tabloid papers would devote
at least an inch each morning to her shoes
and made of her a goddess. Should their muse
walk down a street, she had "the common touch",
although she didn't touch the poor too much
unless a camera waited. She would pose
and look down her aristocratic nose
at those whom she would never see again,
and smile. Sometimes she'd take a mother's wean
to make herself look caring. Those would sell
her image best; such acts would help dispel
the rumours of affairs. A woman must
appear as the Madonna -- if her lust
got out of hand, the peasants would not buy
the paeans of the Sun. Oh, Lady Di:
not even still a princess when she died,
but just some Arab playboy's latest ride.
It could be worse