Tom Potts was fooling with a gun
(Such follies should not be),
Whenbang! the pesky thing went off
Most unexpectedly !
Tom didn't know 'twas loaded, and
It scared him 'most to death
He tumbled flat upont he floor
And fairly gasped for breath.
The bullet smashed a fine French clock
(The clock had just struck three),
Then made a hole clean through the wall,
As you can plainly see.