LIMERICKS AND STUFF By Leigh Collin Brandt

I went to the pub; bellied up to the bar six or seven times, When there was absolutely no one looking, I would scratch some rhymes, As my Li...

My meanie wife was a little witch, and a little witch she was, She cast spells on everyone, and her reason was just because, She turned my k...

Elves make a tasty, magic beer, That Santa over intakes, I fear, He slammed a mountain, with his sleigh, Broke all the new toys, made that d...

Mr. Peter got angry, alcoholic piney, When the bar cut him off from his red winey, So, he went home to his loft, Put on music, real soft The...