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.
