Diana

The princess regrets,
she's told the Queen
Can't make it at Christmas
Something to do with last minute
invitations
to Aspen
where the lifestyle's
not so stilton stilted

She much prefers her brie
a little runny
on a warmer plate
But supports the monarchy
oh my, yes
and Charles paints
another landscape
stiffly upperlipping

Castles too cold and dark for her
all that chippendale
cracked with age
Conversation dry as toast
and the shooting
of all those driven birds
The princess will be elsewhere
a driven bird herself

Her smile and charm is entry fee
among new royals
and who can blame her
But she supports the monarchy
oh my, yes
admiring from afar
Expecting to be a different queen
in a different century

And I bet she pulls it off
too lively for a still life
among those painted landscapes