Fra Pandolf

A rich duke wanted me to paint his lady
However his actions somehow seemed shady
He really wished for a wife that was stupid
Believing her an easier target for Cupid
Despite himself finding his name so sweet
It never made her swoon at his feet
So the duke decided he wanted her dead
One morning, I've heard, they severed her head
At least that's what I think I've been told
But don't trust the memory of someone who's old