The Sneaky Pint: Limerick Battle Challenge

Posted on June 25, 2020 / by The Drunken Poet

The origins of the limerick are a little contentious
And though they’re quite often licentious
Some say it’s Nantucket
But dump that in a bucket
For the truth is much less pretentious

To the Maigue Poets we must turn
Some fellows who had rhymes to burn
They met in a room
In a pub twas in Croom
But there’s so much more here to learn

O’Tuama and MacCraith were the ones
Unashamedly throwing out puns
When they went toe to toe
The crowd it would grow
And the drink went down in the tons

You could almost call it a rap battle
As the audience charged there like cattle
O’Tuama was the Jay Z
MacCraith was the Biggie
But I’m afraid I’ve begun to prattle

Sean O’Tuama now he owned the pub
And here my friends comes the rub

Many a poet did flock
To let their verse rock
Tis why it’s a limerick and not a dub (lin)

Our friend MacCraith was a rake
Though you’d never call him a fake
All the priests they did hate
His penchant for debate
So they ordered that Croom he forsake

Sean O’Tuama was so heartbroken
His sorrows he gave a good soakin’
Then his pub it went bust
The parties to dust
And poor Sean with barely a token

But our story it doesn’t end there
It’s as long as the Maigue or the Clare
It ends don’t you know it
At The Drunken Poet
We all knew it would to be fair

For the challenge to all is to write
A limerick so amazingly tight
It’s simple you see
You know it must be
Cos the S.Pint is generally shite.

*All limerick submissions on the topic of “Lockdown “ can be posted under The Sneaky Pint post on Instagram @drunkenpoetmusic . Leave the hashtag #limerickbattle

$50 bar voucher for the winning entry!