I once dated an overweight girl. <br />She was cute and her first name was Shirl. <br />When we tried to make love <br />after push and much shove <br />she kept saying let's give it a whirl. <br /> <br />But the distance from me to her core <br />was extensive, and things did get sore. <br />So we had to abort <br />'cause he WAS way too short <br />yet she asked me try a bit more. <br /> <br />So I went out with someone so skinny <br />who was braless and only wore mini. <br />When we started our battle <br />there was pubic bone rattle <br />and her navel was truly an innie. <br /> <br />Well I went back to Shirl in a flash. <br />And discovered that Shirl had a rash. <br />So she went to the quack <br />and she never came back. <br />Monday morning she'd turned into ash. <br /> <br />So I told myself now to abstain. <br />From all sexual 'ta-ta' I'd refrain. <br />I'd ignore all new co-ed's <br />and join some good poets <br />and would hide my best friend in my brain.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/limerick-for-a-friday-night/
