Though Jodie was beloved and adored,

The flash of cameras she truly abhorred.

When e'er she met a fan

She just turned-tail and ran:

Her ass was the paparazzi's reward.

* * * * *

To Jodie, her Prius was tops.

Behind the wheel, she'd pop out to shop.

She'd run up to Trader Joe,

Then out to Tahoe,

Where with luck, she'd be able to stop.

* * * * *

One day, she was caught unaware --

Trapped in  a cameraman's snare!

She went weak in the knees

As she fumbled for keys

Forgetting the Prius doesn't require such affairs.

[See Jodie at SocialiteLife]