Sand

I don’t really understand When I am at the beach, Why I always find some sand In places out of reach. Before I leave, I brush each grain From in-between my toes. Still, at home, I can’t explain Its presence on my clothes… And also on my bathing suit, My beach bag and my chair. I thought that I was resolute In letting sand stay there. Yet somehow some has trickled home, Still clinging where it stuck; And so I wrote this little poem To prove that I’ve got pluck… For every grain of sand that sticks Just makes me take a vow That next time, there’ll be no last licks; I’ll leave that sand somehow. The answer, though, is pretty clear And right within my reach – To make the sand all disappear, I must avoid the beach!