Her wrap dress did not cover her large knees
Swollen with arthritis and long prayers.
And yet she wears this dress the men to please.
As it reveals her bosom beauteous , fair.
The camel colour suited ill her face.
But the dress was in the sale for half its price
She would not buy a top sky blue with lace,
As with the gods of fortune she would dice.
A longer length would be a better choice
But she has no tall mirror in her home
And she does not believe her clothes have voice
As round the parties hunting men she roams
Her best and worst are both revealed at once.
Let none who hunt look at this dame askance