LIMERICKS AND STUFF By Leigh Collin Brandt

My poor, old dog, her name is Mistress Maggie,   Her crying eyes, her listless ears, are saggy,7 It is my belief, She's consumed with gr...

I use to have fingers, until one 4th Of July,🖖 From my fists I'd launch rockets, then watched them blowup and die,🌋 I got celebration ...

It was early winter and I felt bold, On cold water fishing I'd been sold, Even though, it would be my death, my friends foretold, I'...