LIMERICKS AND STUFF By Leigh Collin Brandt

This years tomatoes, did not attain the size, big, The foul taste was like an ancient, rotten, pine twig, The plants were of bad seed, I thi...

My grapes have gone sour, and my berries have been defiled, By some sort of a blue stink bug, that came out of the wild, My fruit farm has g...

Benny went out to pick apples, this day, So the winter famine, Benny could keep away, But, the apples were gone, Ate by a doe and her fawn, ...