LIMERICKS AND STUFF By Leigh Collin Brandt

I dreamt I was a pretty angel, standing in a field of corn, When I awoke, I was a scarecrow, and with rags I was adorn, I saw corn bent over...

Tim blows the snow all winter long, Wearing heavy cloths and a woolen thong, He sings a jolly snowblower song, One might conclude Tim is din...

When I blow snow, Away it will go, I might be paid doe, To buy a me a hoe, For the garden, you know, To keep the weeds low, To make pickles ...

I gave the snow a big blow I'd say, I blew the snow far, far away, Over to the neighbors yard, Whom, I knew weren't home today, Blow...