There once was a farm boy from Nantucket
He cleaned the barn with a well-used bucket
He said to his wife
"I hate this life,
tomorrow I'm going to chuck it"
So he boarded a boat
with his favorite goat
and off they went on a junket...
Ok, I am sooo sorry for that. Laypersons have no business messing with poetry in the GWJ forums and should be dealt with swiftly and severely.