LIMERICKS AND STUFF By Leigh Collin Brandt

Out in my backyard, Stood a maple tree on guard, Beneath it's tower, Was my patio of power, Where stories flowed from every bard...

There is a hairy tuna, He swims out in the sea, Where the hairy tuna swims, Is where hairy tuna be, The hairy tuna eats small fish, He...