LIMERICKS AND STUFF By Leigh Collin Brandt

I went into the woody woods, Late one Autumn eve, For there had been werewolf reports, So I took investigative leave, As a reporter I d...

I was traveling through the wicked woods, On my way to the store to buy dry goods, When a fierce werewolf stood in my way, I forgot the m...

The dirt, the forest, the night is my friend, I am the hunter, that’s what I’ll be in the end, My eyes are pagan jewels, My ears are pred...