Footprints

Footprints

When I saw
One set of footprints
In the sand

I knew you had
Made your getaway
Sometime between Late
Night and high tide.

Assessing the depth
And gate of
Your footfalls
I also deduced
You were carrying
The Sony Trinitron
And the plaster-cast
Impression of the ass
That caused such a
Sensation at the
Renaissance Fair.

I knew then
I had been carrying
Your ass for
Way too long.  Pin It