Courageous Cuff

Courageous Cuff

 
Courageous Cuff was, around the edges, rough;
Forced to sit upon his sour luck, it was tough.
 
When young, he left to find his way alone in life
Possessing just a stick, a hat, and pocket knife.
 
No beasts were slayed, just ducks and rodents,
When night would cry like convincing cogents.
 
A single step made wrong, when expected left
Right was favored, he became accused of theft.
 
Speaking a mile a minute, a lawyer set him free
And left him paying dues so high in ambiguity.
 


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