LIMERICKS AND STUFF By Leigh Collin Brandt

All I want for Christmas is a brand new flugelhorn, A truck ran over my old one, and made my horn unborn, I play my horn at the corner and g...

I went out to scrape pavement, because I was hungry for sup, Didn't know if the critter was a weasel, or someone's stray pup, Too sm...

Denny the pot painter was famous in these parts, His purple painted pots, won the pot critics hearts, He was a great painter, Of the pot con...

Poor Lucinda got real bad sick, and turned a white and chalky way, She ate poison tree bark, and putrefied into the clay,  Lucinda had no mo...