LIMERICKS AND STUFF By Leigh Collin Brandt

When the great, full moon disappears, the great spirits, get all, jolly, Those venturing out that night, often find that venture, folly, Mon...

I saw a micro moon in the cloudy nighttime sky, It was so darn cloudy, the moon almost missed my eye, I'm not into little moons, Little ...

Summer starts in the month of June, Not aligned with the full moon, Somehow that seems quite out of tune, Like when Jen plays trumpet, after...

I and my love were engaged, doing spoon, When we were frightened by that bloody, red moon, We both wet our britches, Before we leaped into d...