Limerick For Sherrie - With Special Meaning Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Fifty cows grazing on the green grass,
when a young one, a Polled Herford lass
tried to let out a burp,
it was more of a slurp.
Said the others 'you burp like an ass'.

Now, they knew that a donkey will chew
'til the grass turns to porridge, then pooh.
And an ass neither slurps
and an ass never burps.
It is cows without manners that do.

But the moral, please listen now, Norm.
Cows in school and inside the cows' dorm
call you unorthodox
with the traits of an ox.
You see, cows want all cows to conform