I heard of a loan shark named Lars
who worked in the seediest bars.
Thirty percent per day,
and if you didn’t pay,
He’d shoot off your kneecaps, of carse!
So, tonight at dVerse Poets Pub, the innkeeper is serving up glasses of Irish and pints of our favorite brew. In my case that would be Murphy’s; although I acknowledge the preference of many to that other purveyor of stout. Anyway, in payment we are being cajoled into sharing a limerick or two. Here’s mine.