LIMERICKS AND STUFF By Leigh Collin Brandt

My swollen eyeballs popped out of my head, They were ate by my hound doggy, named Fred, Fred's mouth gave out a loud burp, His backside ...

Some ticks fell down from the heavenly, blue sky, They fell from the dead willow tree; oh dear, my, I ran to my hotrod, But, no use was my b...