Rosewood Lady Fine

The air was thick with pungent lust
As two valiant men fought in the dust
The battled over the finest her
Trying to be the stronger sir
Sweat was richened by blood and ale
If their hands did slip, they’d surely fail
So the battle continued on and on
As the lady did stand, and yawn
Not wanting to see her men get hurt
Or fall down hard, to the cold, hard, dirt
Soon a man in a feathered hat did come
That stood and watched the men fight with senses numb
Who gazed upon the lady fine
That stood there like a quivering pine
No tears showed on her cringed map
But rather only quickened bitter sap
Her conquerors didn’t notice though
As they continued to fight their foe
So the feathered man turned her to wood
To teach the men... if he could
But still the pointless fight continued on
Even with the prize being gone
So the feathered man took here away
To the fireplace for her to stay