Missing

As he was walking down the street One foot fell off, An embarrassing incident He manage to cover with a cough. Just twenty yards further on To his despair He discovered that He wasn’t even there. Time, he thought, to End his roam So he turned about and Walked back home There he realised, With a wince,, He wasn’t in. Nobody’s seen him since. There’s just a space Where he used to be And cup of cold Unsweetened tea And the impression Of one foot In a pile Of fallen soot. So ends This sad sad tale of sorrow Gone today And still gone tomorrow. Just occasionally someone May almost meet A one footed man Not quite there on the street. It was just an impression He very nearly made Before he disappeared back Into the hazy shade.