There once was a man from Nantucket
Who carried his tunes in a bucket.
As they spilled o'er the rim
He cried, looking grim,
"My day job, I guess I won't chuck it."
OK, it's not Pulitzer material. But I wrote it in two minutes flat based on that infamous first line.
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Friday, October 16, 2009
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