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.