LIMERICKS AND STUFF By Leigh Collin Brandt

There was a tiny twinkle in the little star, A twinkle, like the big headlamp on Ned's old car, Some call it a strobe light, A rave part...

My light bulbs have some kind of bad disease, They flicker on and off, an eyeball tease, When off, it is scary, When on, I'm just weary,...