Poetry by Jeff Green

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Moving on

by cricketjeff on August 17, 2008.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

There was a young man from Nantucket
Called Allan or something I think
He carried moonshine in a bucket
In case he was needing a drink

For years he would wander Nantucket
There wasn’t much else he could do
He kept on refilling the bucket
And sharing his drinks with a few

The citizenry of Nantucket
All wanted his drinking to cease
His singing of odes to his bucket
Meant they didn’t get any peace

A bus ticket out of Nantucket
Has brought them an end to the pain
The odes that he sang to his bucket
Now bother the people of Maine

Author notes

Any similarity to persons living or dead is purely in the mind of the reader.