Pratfalls From A Limericks Dispenser

This book is a mystery with no resolution. It is an epistle to the fluff, fluidity and silliness of thought. The narratives plod along aimlessly, quite deliberately making little and often no sense whatsoever. The intent quite frankly is to avoid conventional literary activity, and none will be detected herein. Nothing like it exists. There are admittedly brief interludes of clarity, and an epiphany may be lurking somewhere, like an underbelly glistening with verbal sweat and flavor, lurking to bite the unwary reader on the derrière. Readers of an advanced age may be especially exposed to titillation. With that, welcome aboard! Also, please note that I am not the author of Logic Activities. Different dude same name.