A different perspective: Princess Diana's death. For Writer's Cramp. |
| The prompt: a museum, burglars and a car chase trough the inner city Paris, August 1997 The Louvre sparkled empty in fountain’s spray; They wouldn’t allow any tourists this day. Three men took advantage of tragedy’s pleas And burglared the place with incomparable ease. There’d been anger, and reckless abandon, and speed; Paparazzi tailed limousine’s lead-footed lead. The tunnel became a heart’s chamber of blood; The world was awash in emotional mud. So nobody noticed as treasures were swept from the famous museum, so carefully kept And only the mastermind thieves would agree That grief on the news should be met with great glee. |