Stepped in a puddle,
up to my neck.
I swore, many words,
and finally said, "Heck."
Why am I wet,
from neck to toe?
Was told anything,
could go.
What does that mean,
I said, wet, still again.
The water is now
over my chin.
The hole was deep,
narrow, but not wide,
and try as I might,
it was a cold ride.
I worked for awhile,
like a stranded goose,
unable to
get myself loose.
So, here I am,
in a hole in the ground,
trying to go to
my sweet, humble abode.