LIMERICKS AND STUFF By Leigh Collin Brandt

Spirits from the undead, nether world, spoke to me, once again, Through my dreams they warned me, about the spirit cast in my gin, My newly ...

There was a little angel, sitting on my toe, He was scratching his back, on the toenail I let grow, There was a little devil, sitting on my ...

I tried making beer out of mayonnaise, But it didn't make it past the taste testing phase, My old uncle, Duke, He started to puke, The n...