Wrong Foot Steps For Escapes

I knew he was bound To be finally found With broadcasting steps on the grounds: A lot talkative their composite sound… And I knew they would him bound Spinning him round and round And his body awfully pound And assign to a wished mound… Caught at last he was and wasted, A fine, once-intact head blasted And the preferably delayed tasted: All through sheer fault of footsteps Always shunned during escapes.