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!