A poet, from like the really olden days, once wrote:
For the palate, some fizz,
For the mind a quiz,
First prize is hers or his,
This quiz is the biz
We think he wrote it about what would transpire, every Tuesday at Molly's from 9pm.
It's not known whether he penned an ode to the fact that those who register by 8pm get a free Baby Guinness 🤔
