The Woman on the Pedestal

This used up all my leftover homophones.  Pretty sure it also includes homophones I have already used in other poems.  Is there anybody... OUT THERE?


The Woman on the Pedestal

She was chaste
She was chased
She had a wit
She had a whit
Of baubles
But bobbles
From a torn knee
From a tourney
She had won
She had one
Acquired medal
Shining metal
A choired mettle
Shines in,  Meddled
With the primeval
With the prime evil
Errant knight
Air at night
Would smell so sweet
As her delight