LIMERICKS AND STUFF By Leigh Collin Brandt

I felt great pity for the salmon I caught from the sea, I cried when his sad eyes were begging to send him home, free, I scraped off his sca...

My neighbor bakes me pies full of beans, My neighbor's body, he seldom cleans, I throw the beans far, far away, Return a clean pan the n...

We went to the parade to celebrate Pride, But, on the way there my Ford Focus, it died, Good news, through the kindness of a stranger, We ro...