There once was a man from Nantucket...
I once knew a man from Nantucket, and let me tell you, the stories about him were greatly exaggerated.
Was his name Kirby Puckett?
Did he try to sell you a bucket?
Back when I was a kid, I heard people made rhymes about the man from Nantucket but I didn’t understand the limerick format. So my brilliant brain thought up this:
There once was a man from Nantucket
The poor man, he lived in a bucket
And the bucket was so small, you see
That it left him no room to pee
Things I need to remember I will likely forget. But this has stayed in my brain for decades.
Did he get his duck wet?
Go onnnn!
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Gary Puckett and the Union Gap?
Ah-Huh!
That missed his daughter and painted his nails in memory of her locket.
…so, he moved to Martha’s Vineyard.
Ahhh, an unfinished limerick. Andrew Dice Clay comes to mind. Only slightly bucket-less. OH!
Whom had a hole in his bucket, dear Liza…
See, every day! For 50 years I thought it was Pawtucket!
Probably because I have relatives in Nantucket, now that I think about it…
ONCE? I’m sure that there’s been a lot more men from Nantucket than just ONE! There’s more than 5,000 men in Nantucket, RIGHT NOW!
True story: I’ve never heard the story.