Flibbertigibbet

I bent down to grab my bumbershoot,
when, past my ear, flew a leather boot.
I turned around, and was quite stricken,
There was an argle-bargle in the kitchen.

I poked my head inside to see,
the beginnings of a catastrophe.
My contankerous cat was hissing with fright,
as my discombobulated dog ran out of sight!

This probably came about by Billy,
my fatuous dog, tripping over a furphy.
Or something along that line,
it's flibbertigibbet, no worry of mine.