LIMERICKS AND STUFF By Leigh Collin Brandt

I use to be a pretty pansy, and a cute daisy, too, I use to be an iris, and my big, fat flower was blue, Each year I'm a different seed,...

There was this unlikable tree, Upon which, even dogs would not pee, It had no bug guest, Nor a birdie nest, With my ax, I made it root free.