You the poetic public pen your tributes to the great woman
Why
Why
Why?
Why
Did you die,
Di?
Perhaps if you were Princess Liv,
You might have live(d)
Mavis, Dunstable
You were a rose,
Plucked in haste,
No more the wine of love to taste
Now you look down from up above,
Free to get drunk
On the wine of God's love
(But please don't drive)
Mike, Hampton
Farewell our rose,
We shed a tear,
And wish that you were still so near
But you are dead,
You're not alive,
You can never be interviewed by Clive
Anderson, (or James)
Because you died in that car's flames
Paul, Doncaster
When I first saw you,
I thought "Phwoar"
Nowadays,
I think you were a whore
Don, Paulcaster
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