Inside out, no person saw me float

The rain fell on my new striped woollen coat
The stripes are red and blue and green and white
It struck me that  it needed creosote

To save my coat ,I turned it inside out
I started a new fashion or a blight.
The rain fell on my new striped woollen coat

My mind was fey and I was dull with doubt
Thought has never offered much delight
It struck me that such  fancies are remote

Inside out, no person saw  me float
Through the  swollen gutter water’s  grates
The water got a grip on my  faux stoat

Is this the Flood, or merely a blocked spout?
It’s hard to judge when  staying alive’s  one’s fate
It struck me that such garments are too “haute”

My main fault is of being too polite
Which makes men of a sullen type ignite
The rain fell on my new striped woollen coat
I found it is acrylic, and it smokes