Cuth
There was an incredible buffoon called Cuth
Who fell into some water quite rough
He lay there quite still
Enjoying the thrill
And stayed there till he’d had quite enough
Then this person who really was quite daft
He picked himself up and he laughed
He tied some matchsticks
To a handful of bricks
And he cobbled together a raft
He used both of his hands as an oar
Which he discovered to be quite a chore
For the cause of his muddle
Was only a puddle
So he got off and he stepped back ashore
Now this maniac who hadn’t a brain
Found his balance was now hard to maintain
And ever so soon
He started to swoon
Then he promptly fell straight down a drain
This drain was ever so deep
And the sides were particularly steep
His descent was so quick
As he fell like a brick
Then he landed in a ramshackled heap
He then climbed back up with a grin
Even though he had damaged his shin
For without a doubt
When he got out
His new life as a clown could begin