One day I thought I’d go
to a castle out in Spain,
but sadly my poor map got wet,
and the ink ran in the rain.
And at the end of my adventures,
my face turned bright, bright red,
for I was not in Spain at all,
but Singapore instead.
The Pauper’s Wedding Poem
Something new: your husband’s fleas.
Something borrowed: no, you’d cheat.
Something blue: your shoeless feet.
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