• Once on a pilgrimage, many years ago,
    there was a dreamer minstrel, doing a show.
    Dancing, and joking, and spinning around,
    Sue was her name, always making a sound.
    Day after day, she would walk through the street,
    her acts were something nobody could beat.
    Long hair of brown, silk falling down her back,
    with stunted growth, a smile she can't lack.
    Having eyes of silver, and lips of red,
    she has a voice that nobody could dread.
    An upturned nose and a dimpled smile,
    making people happy within a mile.
    Bragging a torso so fit and lean,
    wearing a bodice of the softest green.
    With woolen skirts that cover legs so thin,
    covering the place of the deepest sin.
    So full of energy this girl can be,
    always moving, a shock that she can see.
    A little crazy, inside her sweet mind,
    each and every day, living in a bind.
    On this journey for forgiveness so dear,
    living a cursed live is held so near.
    For she has sinned an amount of despair,
    nobody in the would would give a care.
    It is hard for her, living with regret,
    the only thing she can do now is fret.
    This dreamer minstrel, so sad and lonely,
    Tagging along to find her peace only.