That'S Cyd. Not Sid Or Cid,Or Kid.

We met by phone.
We were alone.
Her name was cyd.
That's c-y-d.
As in cyd charisse?
Her favorite color was cerise,
Emboldened, I asked her for a date.
She said: i'll meet you
Tuesday at half past eight.
I felt elated. I felt like jumping for joy.
I felt like a man
Who had just seen his phrenologist.
I had just made an appointment
With his secretary, to see my neurologist.
Eight.
Her voice was mellow,
At least to this fellow.