LIMERICKS AND STUFF By Leigh Collin Brandt

I built a huge rocket and flew it to Mars, It never got there, but blew up and made stars, They were all very shinny, Did not last; just too...

Buddy got a bad, bad itch, From wading in a runoff ditch, I hate to much dwell, On Buddy's chemical smell, But it made his eyes go twitc...