The Courtesan's TaleThe Courtesan's PrologueThe Courtesan's Tale
Behind the host a sound so sweet was heard,
It was as if a kitten on heat purred.
In the shadow a hooded lady sat
All curled up, like a black and sexy cat.
"I believe it's my turn," she said with glea, "To tell a tale, on women it shall be,
My tale is full of moral and of jest
And with it I will win my meal. as guessed
You Pilgrims will not tell the better tales.
But now hear me, be still, and drink your ales
"Who are you?" twas the host who dared to ask
"Me? I'm a Courtisan, and with the task
To visit Thomas Beckets shrine
A bit of Me
Beginning and ends...
Sadness
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