LIMERICKS AND STUFF By Leigh Collin Brandt

I put pickles with my dill, Which is a real, common fill, Sour, extra sharp, Like a big toothed carp, Lunch for my job at the mill.

Mr. Randy had a tailor too, And a man who cut and stitched each shoe, Dear, old Mrs. Fox, Knitted Randy's socks, His coat came from a co...