— Jane Randall

I do all my business online,
The car is the place that I dine.
My last conversation
Was during vacation.
Oh, isn't technology fine?
— Diane Coles

Twelve scouts who camped out had no sense,
And were drenched when the rains turned immense.
They pooh-poohed the Karma
Of a globe that's now warma,
They were dense when they should be intents.
— Larry Klenk

• And a special thanks to Ruby Klenk's third-grade reading group at Copperview Elementary School, who all wrote and submitted limericks. Here's a sample:

There once was a boy named Max
Who liked to play with jacks.
He played in the morning,
And played in the evening.
He only stopped playing for snacks.
—Jacky Nghiem-Do

There once was a notorious gunslinger
Who had a fast trigger finger.
He shot Jerico Cross,
And that was no loss,
If you see the gunslinger, don't linger.
—Xander Williams

There once was a bully in sixth grade
Whose rudeness made children afraid.
He pushed kids down
Making them frown,
That mean terrible bully in sixth grade.
—MacKenzie Brewer

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