I grew my own corn on Nantucket.
It took ages to reap it and shuck it.
But my chowder won't sell
(That damned clammer cartel!)
So I'm left with no choice but to chuck it.

The houses you find on Nantucket
Can cost quite a damnable ducat!
So I guess, on that isle,
I won't live in style,
Until, filthy rich, I have struck it.

Last summer my house on Nantucket
Was attacked by a lunatic duck.  It
Kept hitting the screen
While attempting to preen.
So to keep the thing safe I would pluck it.

Based on the suggestion: “Nantucket”