Madame G
Old maid of the court was treated like a clown
I should get paid for it, she said up and down.
If I were you a lady said, a minstrel I would be
So she became a minstrel at the age of forty-three
She played songs and ditties that were sassy and fun
The best fool in our kingdom said the King, number one.
She got permission to go to other kingdoms too.
Singing, juggling, and doing acrobats until she was blue.
Pretty soon the whole world knew her fame.
Godmerva was her given Christian name.
But she went by Madame G as she traveled about.
Until she could not longer travel because of the gout.
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