1
There dwelt a Lady of innocent repose but loose tongue
Whose name is nameless, yet her thoughts careless slung
Of temptations of the flesh, and carnal hope
She professed, and was called
Trollope
2
Now in this company there was a swordswoman that
Would match blade skill with the instinct of a cat
She riled herself up, hissing at the Man
Little realising he was called
Guy de Dinan
3
Pray Sir, to this Lady, deliver your apology
Forthwith, or else by the marks of horology
I will show you are in aereo
For I am called
Alessandra De Riario
4
I will not take the demand from the like of you he said
This is little but the wind from the Med
I shall pin your body to a tree!
For insults on my home called
Italy
