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, Nantucket.

There once was a tourist named Power

Who went to see Old Faithful shower.

But he slipped on a stone

And fell into the cone.

Now you see him every hour, on the hour.

There once was a kitchen table

Where people would tell all their fables

They’d share what they’re cookin’

And photos they’ve tookin’

Sent over their internet cable

Dee, that’s great !!!!

Woman.....yeah.....my friends sent me another one....

buccos, I'm not sure how to use the 'thank you' reaction, so thank you. lol

Dee_can. I like that a lot. :-)

I think though to better fit the limerick rhyme scheme it needs a one syllable word added in the first line before "kitchen", perhaps just the word "fine".

There once was a fine kitchen table

Where people would tell all their fables

They’d share what they’re cookin’

And photos they’ve tookin’

Sent over their internet cable

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Poetic license number: 27B-11

Perfect bob : )