There once was a man from Nantucket, you know
Who was sick of being mentioned in limericks, and so
asked he, “The rhymes you produce
from the name of my isle so profuse:
Can’t you idiots think of another word?
This, that, and the other.
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There once was a man from Nantucket, you know
Who was sick of being mentioned in limericks, and so
asked he, “The rhymes you produce
from the name of my isle so profuse:
Can’t you idiots think of another word?
Musings from WinDSwept Junction 
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