What My Lady Did

I asked my lady what she did

She gave me a silver flute and smiled.

A musician I guessed, yes that would explain

Her temperament so wild.

I asked my lady what she did

She gave me a comb inlaid with pearl.

A hairdresser I guessed, yes that would explain

Each soft and billowing curl.

I asked my lady what she did

She gave me a skein of wool and left.

A weaver I guessed, yes that would explain

Her fingers long and deft.

I asked my lady what she did

She gave me a slipper trimmed with lace.

A dancer I guessed, yes that would explain

Her suppleness and grace.

I asked my lady what she did

She gave me a picture not yet dry.

A painter I guessed, yes that would explain

The steadiness of her eye.

I asked my lady what she did

She gave me a fountain pen of gold.

A poet I guessed, yes that would explain

The strange stories that she told.

I asked my lady what she did

She told me – and oh, the grief!

I should have guessed, she’s under arrest

My lady was a thief!