LIMERICKS AND STUFF By Leigh Collin Brandt

Many people do not like my crazy, silly rhymes, My rhymes make them so mad, they want to clock my chimes, I escape into a trance, Where I am...

The bigger they are, the more they have gall, Those wide, and heavy, and overly tall, My arm cannot reach, To touch them, to teach, One slap...

Nero drank soda pop all week long, He would not stop, did not know it was wrong, But, then late at night, His bed felt not quite right, And,...