LIMERICKS AND STUFF By Leigh Collin Brandt

I built me a lean-to, leaning into a big oak tree, I used big pieces of metal, I picked them up for free, A big fire makes it warm, There is...

The snow piled up on top of the roof, and the whole darn roof came caving in, It made a horrible, terrifying noise, because the roof was mad...

I build myself a small, livable yurt, Along comes a wind, I sleep on just dirt, My yurt blows far away, It sinks out in the bay, I move home...

As I turned my old pickup down my home-sweet-home road, Noticed a contractor was tearing down my abode, I phone called a cop, Said please ma...

Moss growing on my doors, Mushrooms growing from my floors, Methinks my shack has had enough, The leaky roof has ruined my stuff, Still, my ...

I live in a tiny tin shack on top of a hill, I am just squatting atop a chemical landfill, The ground is quite runny, And  it smells really ...

My rent had fallen into arrears, My landlord chastised me into tears, I drank a cold pop, And played some hip-hop, Then got evicted, and thr...