LIMERICKS AND STUFF By Leigh Collin Brandt

I saw a ghost in the hall, with a big sharp ax, and he was blood red, He was dripping blood on my floor, and missing his natural, human head...

The smoky fires in Canada, have clouded my rural store, I don't sell much here, except pop, smokes, chips and my stories of lore, I tell...

I'm Herschel, a two foot tall zombie, and I lurk in the woods, I only eat the brains of pesky, Little Red Riding Hoods, Red Hoods are ve...