folo1 posted a poem this morning and asked everyone else to do likewise. Here's my contribution.
There was an old man from Nantucket
Who kept all his cash in a bucket.
His daughter, named Nan,
Ran away with a man
And as for the bucket, Nantucket.
He followed the three to Pawtucket.
(Nan, the man, and the bucket)
He was told by the man
He was welcome to Nan
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