A fellow was sipping some port
And thought, “Gee, I’d like to cavort.”
So he approached this dame,
Asked for sex and her name,
“I’d love to,” she said, “the name’s Mort.”
The woman said mine was too short,
Of the dull, microscopic type sort.
“You’re not a sex symbol
With that little thimble.”
Perhaps if she’d sipped some more port.