LIMERICKS AND STUFF By Leigh Collin Brandt

Every time I eat fried perch and then sleep, I dream I'm swimming in, out waters, in the way dark and deep, I'm chased by walley...

I was out in my garden, sitting in my summer seat, Waiting for the werewolf, for he was coming for his meat, I heard a crackling in the wood...

I got some new ice skates, and went out on the ice to skate, I went out fifty feet, and fell through the ice on the lake, Beneath the ice I ...