The Real Me, For The Spamslingers

The Real Me
A Limerick

There once was a woman named Sherry
Who’s legs were incredibly hairy.
Once a year she would shave ‘em
In a Ziploc bag save ‘em
What a pity she’ll never remarry!

Likewise her pits were a fright,
She braided her pit hair by night
With little glass beads,
And sunflower seeds,
In the head, she was never quite right!

Then comes the plight of her “Carpet.”
Like the famous La Brea Tar Pit.
It’d capture and kill,
Until it ate its fill
And spit out the bones like an owl shit.

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