[Coda]

There once was a man from Nantucket

Who kept all his cash in a bucket.
But his daughter named Nan
Ran away with a man,
And as for the bucket, Nan took it.

A poem is more than just rhyme.
You need to keep rhythm and time.
If you're matching the end,
It's just halfway, my friend.
To mess up the beat is a crime.