She weaved tapestries, sang, played the lute,
But her husband-to-be, the damn brute,
Had requested her hand
To get hold of her land,
And then lock in a tower and root!
Tag: feudalism
The royal wedding
As a princess, of course, she was fated,
While young, to be married off, mated
To some beastly lord,
To be fucked, then ignored,
While he farted and snored, drunk and sated.