Showdown At The Old Market Square

A lady fair named for a queen
In square of slabs we lay our scene
On stoned horizon met her foe
The local craftsmen work's below
A clutch of flesh then met her hand
In simple earth bound reprimand
Held tight made movement in a round
'Til both the females hit the ground
A pause they took then started fresh
With teeth and nails bit into flesh
When dust settled by the by
And weary watchers walked on by
The girls looked each other in eye
The opposing maiden heaved a sigh
The queen named damsel swayed her curves
and turned unto the man she served
And smiled sweetly at her win
Her challenger's broken nose and chin
She knew without needing to say
A Lesson had been learnt that day
That the battered girl stay quiet should
And that queens fight fiercly for their love.