Tales of Id In Segovia and Madrid
A silly young man from Segovia
Was eager to collar a novia:*
When asked for his preference,
He gave points of reference,
Restricted from Minsk to Monrovia.
When asked, an old maid from Madrid
Answered testily, “Heaven forbid!”
But then, once wined and dined,
She felt less disinclined:
She said, “Maybe I will” – and she did!
* novia = girlfriend
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