A log of the magnificent journey across the vast sea of my imagination. |
| My wife’s nagging me into the ground, and my IRA’s not very sound-- worst it’s ever been. All hell broke loose when my girl friend caught me messin' around. A witch’s brew and voodoo curses bring pestilence and rolling hearses. When friends start croakin’ ‘cause my mirror’s broken, it’s time to chant some lucky verses. 10 lines of sloppy Limerick |