Trobairitz Poem by Ima Ryma

In middle ages in France old
There became in vogue a word for
An entertaining one who told
Tales in song called a troubadour.
I was such a person who sang
Songs mainly to my kind of crowd.
With well to do I liked to hang,
And for their pleasure sing aloud
The songs that could bring them to tears,
And pleaded with me to sing more,
Giving me such applause and cheers,
And lots of coin I hoped to score.

Since male a troubadour befits,
Just call this gal a trobairitz.