LIMERICKS AND STUFF By Leigh Collin Brandt

There be a clan of fairies, who live down by the bog, They buzz around my head, in nights pitch thick, with blue fog, They have pulled out m...

My tomato plant did not get very tall, It was fine, until we had the snow squall It would of had a life of green, If the warm sun it had see...

I got a rash and an itch when I fell asleep on my rugs, It seems my rugs are all filled with big, biting bugs, They ate all my blood, my swe...