Two houndes were accompanying the Wif
Who fed them kindly wastelbred and beef
And loved them above the many men
Who’d been her troubled husbands up till then,
For though her appetite for men was keen,
Her dogges she treated sweet, her husbands mean.
All five of them before long passed away
Depleted by the harshness of her sway,
And yet her little flock of dogs increased
Each time one of those harried men deceased.
A harridan she was indeed. Although at first
She could be charming, though once wed, the worst
Emerged, and her cursed husbands felt her wrath—
Such was the temper of this wife of Bath.