By Calvin Trillin

            Oh, sigh.  I try
            To shed a tear for Di,
            But, then, I didn't know her.
            Alas, this lass
            Was of the upper class,
            And mine is so much lower.

            I'd fast, aghast,
            Because Teresa passed,
            Except I'm not too saintly.
            They speak this week
            Of loss that is unique.
            I feel it only faintly.

Thanks to Prof. Donald Silburger
(of the NY Libertarian Party)
for making the above poem available.