Johnny Tarr

Our champion, he was Johnny Tarr,

Never beaten, he was at the bar,

Perhaps he was cursed,

For he died, yea, of t'irst,

The doctor exclaimed, by gar!

The Poker Cut Up - Vintage Limerick Postcard

His dough made him feel like a cut up,

Tho' he stalled as a thought lit his nut up

Said he'd bet 'twas a cinch,

The whole works would be pinched,

But they told him to put up or shut up

The Waitress

The waitress asks, "What is it you wish?"

Whether soup or meat, dessert or fish.

She spills things galore,

In pacing the floor,

And often her thumb you'll find in the dish.