by
Peter Newell
Tom Potts was fooling with a gun(Such follies should not be),When—bang! the pesky thing went offMost unexpectedly!Tom didn’t know ’twas loaded, andIt scared him ’most to death—He tumbled flat upon the floorAnd 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 ..