A Grand Old Dame

A grand old bird was she with a poetic word: Given wings, she would have flown & made her thrown Upon a star in heaven, a grace had she Very seldom has it been seen regal as a movie, queen. A grand old dame, rack my brain, what was her name? Katherine, I do believe, oh, what a strain This spoken funeral eulogy is to be Yes, an uncommon elegance had she. A grand old patron of the arts broke all our hearts But left a good measure of all that's needed Unsweetened to step into her delicate shoes So let us not talk of calligraphy or curlicues. A grand old dame was she with a poetic word: Given wings, she would have flown & made her thrown Upon a star in heaven, a grace had she An honour it's been to know the women behind the portraits Now, off she's flown like a butterfly, still amorphous.