Limerick For Sherrie
While the masses, like auburn-eyed cattle
were engrossed in their meaningless prattle.
An opponent stood tall
with much spunk, all in all
and her spark then ignited the battle.
It was soon about matching our wits.
There were insults and other mean bits.
But when peace came at dawn
she would no longer yawn
but describe her formidable tits.
I am sorry to mention that word.
Just pretend you had really not heard
he who says that our chests
are the equal to breasts
is a very much ignorant nerd.
So I thank my opponent of old
who resides just like me in the fold.
Ah, how history's duels
have been fought over jewels
of the flesh though and not of the gold.
In addition there is a good brain.
It is quick and a little bit vain.
And not one other gift
gives me such a great lift
the attraction is, well rather plain.
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