Least Read Limerick Poems

There is a young bar
                                on Queens Road
Where many a drink
                                has now flowed
The 1200 Postcards
                                were nude
But not particularly
                               rude
Yet comfortable        
                        within their abode

by Jemia

There once a bar owner
                                     called David
On a full moon would
                                  turn a bit rabid
He wore green bottles
                                   on his ceiling
Which were certainly
                                quite appealing
As the drink flowed
                              at a rate that was rapid

by Jemia