Katie Bishop Dr. Heitschmidt English 10 January 21, 2013 The Tale of the Maid With them came a surly ferocious maid She cleaned a brothel, so ugly was she On her broad shoulders her kinky hair laid Her hair so naughty birds thought it a tree Her limbs and her body were long and gaunt The skin she had was as pale as a ghost Her feet; like clubs moved and clamored about Voice deep as a well, lake men she did boast Face bore a wart that resembled a horn Horse teeth she had such a big scary fright Dresses so tattered and looking forlorn She came on this journey; what a sad plight With a harsh and quick tongue she did retort Born a slave was she; a harsh history At the brothel she sat with no escort So secret was she with a life of mystery