Shakespeare might ponder, ‘To pluck or not to pluck’, and Alfred Lord Tennyson might have said, ‘Tis better to have plucked and lost than never to have plucked at all’. For a rose that is plucked would smell as sweet and one that was unplucked. When I see the word pluck, I think of something being pulled out of the ground, but this word can also be used when someone is taken out of a dangerous situation. A lot of words rhyme with pluck and I bet we will see some poems about Chuck who was a schmuck with very bad luck and he drove his truck into the muck where it got struck, so he exclaimed ‘yuck, what the fuck, this really does suck’. Perhaps there will be a poem about a buck and a duck who played hockey with a puck and a chicken who went cluck. Maybe some genius will figure out a way to rhyme shuck, snuck and tuck with puck.