Limerick For Ash Wednesday

Wicked weather had hit this small town, and the mood of the people went down, Then Stolichnaya flowed pinkish cheek (y) bones glowed I see ash es is out on the town. She's a sight for the sorest of eyes, and I'd ask her to share my French fries, and for one of the pros with such beautiful toes and what rhymes well with wit must be wise. I have lost for tonight my direction, and the gnomes have commenced an erection of huge obstacles here it is true that I fear unavoidable human defection. I see Ian has staked out a space, with a brief little slap to the face please allow me to fly to a different sky and I promise to pick up my pace. Looked around though while hanging my hat for a minute I dreamed as I sat and the gist was of course that a pinch of remorse would eventually skin the fat cat. Pleasant greetings to those spelled above, to all birds and that well-endowed dove I must ask A J S (failing that I must guess) can infatuation be love?