Limerick for Sally Kerr

Time for something silly? I posted some sonnets here a few years ago but I'm back with a limerick I've just written for someone (backstory below) : There was a young schoolgirl called Sally, Who would add lots of boys to the tally. By being so good-looking, She would set their hearts cooking, And they mostly would end up doolally. I've just reconnected with some school friends from 37yrs ago including a girl I particularly fancied at the time. She's just told me she quietly felt the same and I've chastised her for not being more "helpful" at the time in getting me out of my shell back then! So, as payback I've written her a particularly wicked limerick. I'm assuming Americans are au fait with "doolally".