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What the fuck else is there to do in Nantucket?
Well, according to the rhymes then…
Well, according to the poem, if a certain part of your anatomy is long enough, you could suck it.
There once was a man from Nantucket
Who swore he could handle the bucket.
White lines led the way
Till his pulse slipped away,
Now the docks keep the secret he plucked it.