The fifteenth in the series on a "certain" type of Señorita from Sevilla - all for a laugh at the expense of some lovely chicks from Andaluz...
Limerick crochetés: Once our Señorita from Sevilla – XV
Once our Señorita from Sevilla
Came to Paris on a flotilla
She stepped out on high deck
Slipped and twisted her neck
Guess what happened to her mantilla
She stood under five metres flood pour
Couldn’t help but gulp Seine while she swore
Dreamed of Paris fiesta
During noon freeze siesta
But the wine tasted nothing like Dior
So to set sail called her Armada
Up Thames to sip with Liz II limonada
Head hit by Tower Bridge
Due to thawed Arctic fridge
Flamencoes with Raleigh in Andromeda