Original Poetry Fan Fiction ❯ Nantucket Farmer. ❯ Nantucket Farmer. ( Chapter 1 )
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By: RogueWarrior869 
03/27/2007,, 12:01am.
Disclaimer: I own it...Hope you enjoy.;).
Miscellaneous: Original Poetry Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Poetry | Uploaded On: 03.26.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 216 | Visits: 392 | Status: Completed
03/27/2007,, 12:01am.
Disclaimer: I own it...Hope you enjoy.;).
Miscellaneous: Original Poetry Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Poetry | Uploaded On: 03.26.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 216 | Visits: 392 | Status: Completed
Document Opened: 03/18/2007, 03:27am.
Authors Note:
I got the idea for this less than five minutes ago. Although after the first two lines I'm winging it.
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Their once was a farmer from Nantucket
whose foot got caught in a bucket.
When he walked it would make quite a ruckus
so he went to the doctor to see if they
could remove it.
"What's you name?" The doc did ask.
"Gus." He replied.
"How did this happen?" The doc did ask again.
"Well, Back on my farm in Nantucket I was having a drink
from my flask and then I fell backward onto.....the ground. Then I sat up and that's what I found."
"I see, I see. We can help but for a fee."
"That's fine. Just get this thing off of me."
A few minutes later the bucket was off and the man paid his fee. As he was leaving he muttered.
"That's the last time I drink while milking old Betsy."
Authors Note:
Well It's done. Later people! Hope you people had a happy St.Patrick's Day.==^-^==.
03/18/2007, 04:00am.
Authors Note:
I got the idea for this less than five minutes ago. Although after the first two lines I'm winging it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Their once was a farmer from Nantucket
whose foot got caught in a bucket.
When he walked it would make quite a ruckus
so he went to the doctor to see if they
could remove it.
"What's you name?" The doc did ask.
"Gus." He replied.
"How did this happen?" The doc did ask again.
"Well, Back on my farm in Nantucket I was having a drink
from my flask and then I fell backward onto.....the ground. Then I sat up and that's what I found."
"I see, I see. We can help but for a fee."
"That's fine. Just get this thing off of me."
A few minutes later the bucket was off and the man paid his fee. As he was leaving he muttered.
"That's the last time I drink while milking old Betsy."
Authors Note:
Well It's done. Later people! Hope you people had a happy St.Patrick's Day.==^-^==.
03/18/2007, 04:00am.