LIMERICKS AND STUFF By Leigh Collin Brandt
Tuesday, February 17, 2026
SPELL OF THE NEWT
I took the tiny eyes from a newt, then that newt could not see,
Then that blind, angry, old newt, put an evil curse upon me,
I was making a love potion,
I was full of love emotion,
The nasty newt turned me into a docile, diseased tree.
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