The Ballad of Henri Paul

Funny story written by stephen d gross

Tuesday, 14 August 2007

The following, upon the tenth anniversary of the tragic demise of Princess Di, is a fairly accurate accounting of what actually transpired the night that Perky Yellow Flame beloved by so many, was extinguished.
Herewith is:

The Ballad of Henri Paul
by Stephen D. Gross

Henri was sittin' round with his honey love downtown
watching Lucy reruns on tv
had a glass of wine, said, "one more would be fine"
the Merlot's gone so open the Chablis

Chased with Anchor Steam a shot of old Jim Beam
Spoke with "Uncle Jack" in Tennessee
Some Stoli crystal clear, then one more glass of beer
"Can't think of anywhere I need to be..."

Call from the Ritz Hotel said, "Climb out of that well
we need a ride so get here pretty quick!"
He jumped up out of bed
the blood rushed from his head
Dodi's voice had shrunken Henri's stick

CHORUS: (Insert where you like...)
Henri Paul, Henri Paul
you native son of Gaul
We loved you and we hate to see you go
You should have left that glass
and sat back on your ass
When they found you,
your blood was point four-oh!

"Avoid the paparazzi - they're pushy like the Nazi
"I'm rich and I don't want my picture took"
"Just get behind thatwheel
lemme hear those tires squeal
This Benz is fast - I want to see you cook!"

Henri felt kinda tipsy, like some one-legged Gipsy
he tweaked his moustache once and then he grinned
"You mean I'll be assistin'
in you and Blondie's trystin'?"
"I'll lay down my stone since I too have sinned"

They promised the chief driver
he'd earn an extra fiver
if he could help them decoy the fotogs
He'd creep along the floor
then sneak out the back door
and leave 'em panting like a pack of dogs

Dodi rushed the egress with his little princess
but the mob of paparazzi were not fooled
They spied the pair escaping
and with their shutters gaping
they hopped upon their bikes whereby they dueled

Henri commenced to sneer
and brag through wine and beer
'bout how they would never catch his Benz
But he didn't practice Voodoo
and like some faulty hairdo
the fleers wound up with more split
then their ends

"After we heard his braggin'
we saw him zig 'n zaggin'
like Maybelleine he left us way behind"
With fare aristocratic
who knew he'd be erratic?
He navigated like he was stone blind

The moon set in the South
here came the tunnel's mouth
the speed limit sign said "50K"
"I eat my peas and carrots -
besides, my dad owns Harrods
and now I'd like to shtup the night away"

Henri pressed the pedal
he was in fine fettle
there were several reasons to feel chipper
Why have a big coniption
when this rich Egyptian
was rumored to be such an excellent tipper?

His leucocytes were mixin'
with Guinness Stout and fixin'
to leave the paparazzi in left field
it must 've been unnerving
when he began a-swerving
and like a Navel orange he was peeled

One-Twenty miles an hour
and all that raw horsepower
don't matter if it's fair or foul weather
You hit a concrete pillar
You'll look like Phyllis Diller
like Humpty Dump, you'll not get back together

At first you were all hounded
by Paps you were surrounded
Their intrusive behavior raised your bile
with lenses in your faces they
took close-ups of her braces
I think you might have heard one say, "Now smile!"

Now you drive the Highway
in the Lord's celestial skyway
drink in hand and lots of time to play
Paparazzi are behind
You don't pay them any mind
'Cause you paid St. Pete to take their film away

The funny story above is a satire or parody. It is entirely fictitious.

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