Friday, March 23, 2012

Nantucket

There once was a girl from Nantucket

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Who brought home lollipops by the bucket
They were quite sweet
And she thought it a treat
To take one out and suck it
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Whose job it was to scrape muck, it
It was quite a bore
To do this odd chore
But she could think of no way to duck it
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Who said if an eyebrow offends one should pluck it
She was quite vain
But I thought it insane
When she took a botox filled needle and stuck it
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Who found a big bell and struck it
The people from town
Came running around
They thought someone had kicked the bucket
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Who had a exceedingly ancient old truck, it
Wouldn't run right
So late one night
She took a baseball bat and struck it
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Whose favorite composer was Gluck, it
Seemed the right thing
To give him a ring
But Willibald had, alas, kicked the bucket
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Who was advised to read a book about Huck, it
Was a tale 'bout a river
That someone had give her
It was darn good advise , so she tuck it
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Who picked up a guitar to pluck it
Her fingers got sore
So she finally swore
To take her musical career and chuck it
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Who bought a new truck, it
Was gone the next morn
And she was forlorn
Someone just came up and tuck it
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Who had a little too much pluck, it
Was late in the night
When she went out to fight
The cops brought her home in a bucket
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Who had unusually bad luck, it
Seemed like the thing
To learn how to sing
But her voice hit a window and bruck it

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

And I decided to shuck it!
Tschüß, Anonomann

2:47 AM  

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