Bucket

Let me tell you about the day I found an empty bucket.
I walked to the shed, as I always do.
I opened the door.
I looked inside.
I entered the shed.
I saw a bucket.
I grabbed the bucket.
It was full of angry crabs.
An angry crab pinched my hand.
I feel down.
I dumped the bucket of crabs onto my head.
"This is the life," I thought.

Prubbish

My great grandfather was a machine.
My grandfather was a horsethief.
My father was a pancreas.
I am a telephone.

Coney Island

I know of an island
Inhabited by strange men
They only have mothers
How can the island?