Acrostic

In Competition No. 2375 you were asked for an appropriate acrostic poem in which the first letters of each line spell out THERE IS NO JUSTICE.

The key phrase occurred to me because I remembered that in an Australian novel I once published (author Michael Noonan) there was a character, a stationmaster, who had the words picked out in white pebbles on his bungalow lawn. Talking of justice, I regret that for a time the top winner will not receive a bonus prize, since we are temporarily short of sponsorship. We must march through a desert patch until an oasis is spotted. Commendations this week to Martin Parker and Paul Griffin, and a salute but, alas, nothing drinkable to Ray Kelley, whose entry was my favourite. The prizewinners, printed below, get £25 each.

Three thousand ducats for a three-month term:
How stupefying was the gall, the sheer
Effrontery of that gentile who had voided
Rheum on my beard and Jewish gaberdine
Each time I crossed his path in the Rialto!
I had good reason, though, to grant the loan.
Sweet