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The woodworking club met every week in Bob’s shop,
Although his wife swore there was nothing mundaner,
Then fully grown men discussing wood grain and tools,
And each week growing slightly insaner;

But then Bob became treasurer (after mitering his thumb),
And his wife thought, “Can it get more inaner?”
The president himself was missing a hand,
“A gift,” he claimed, “to my Craftsmen wood planer.”