LIMERICKS AND STUFF By Leigh Collin Brandt

It got so cold, I asked the rats to snuggle in, In my creaky bed with the bedbugs, and my gin, We were all warm and cozy, While the outside ...

When the winter cold, frostbites the frail bones, And makes fingers ache, that tap on iPhones, When a missed homeward ride, Means a slow wal...

It is February the very first, It's cold, arse cold, maybe the worst, No car ride to the town, The darn car's broken down, And the w...