LIMERICKS AND STUFF By Leigh Collin Brandt

I don't like November snow, It traps my car, so I can't go, Will I get food, I do not know, The cold hurts, I feel woe, I hired some...

In May the seedlings upward sputter, Above the bugs with wings, go flutter, In the trees, Peep open leaves, On golf ball grass, I puts my pu...