Have you seen the pink foot—
the one I keep near the other one?
No, no—not that one—The other one!
I'm late, and the incessant tick tock
of the faucet makes it hard to reason
with the drip drop of the clock.
And, I’m so very late.
Oh, the pink foot, I said!
And turn off that clock—water bill's near the ceiling!
I don't have peppermints
to give the kiddies to halt shut-off.
I'm not made of peppermints—too many bills!
No time, no time, and I can't find my foot.
Yes, yes—the pink one with the white stripe.
Why would I keep a foot in the closet?
How silly! Utensils in the closet—feet in the drawer—
the one by the clock in the kitchen.
Yes, that’s the one—did you turn off the clock?
Thank you, dear heart, always conserve water.
Can never tell when a moon may dry up.
Oh my, look at the Faucet! We're late!
I just knew this would happen!
So much to do and so little time,
and me without my pink foot.
How can I go out with only one foot?
Oh, Alice is hunting unicorns yesterday,
and I'm not going to be there to help.
Pardon me, Dearie. It’s where?
Why yes, so it is! The Pink Foot!
Beside the other all along—nicely laced too.
You didn't tell me my foot is missing!
Oh, worrying an old woman like that!
Now be a dear and grab our umbrellas.
The sun is shining so brightly today,
you may catch cold if I get wet.
Keith E. Sparks Jr.
Copyright © 2004, 2019
Written in 2004, Later appeared in "Facets" 2019
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