Why must you be so fickle?

Your gas flows in naught but a trickle

Your sound is sublime

But you don’t work all the time

And I’m left in a bit of a pickle.

ALTERATE VERSION:

There once was a man from Nantucket

Who looked at his carb and said “fuck it!”

The choke was all wrong

It wasn’t running so strong

So he said to himself “I’ll just chuck it”