On a Trail

A sailboat’s sailing sans the sail.

It’s like a mailman with no mail

Or like a snail shell with no snail;

It’s kind of incomplete.

 

A hipster salad with no kale,

A children’s shovel with no pail,

A doctor’s office with no scale,

A bird without a tweet.

 

A hammer waiting for a nail,

A dog without a wagging tail,

A bride without a wedding veil,

All visions of defeat.

 

By now you think that I should bail

Before my words start getting stale,

So since I do not like to fail,

I’ll beat a fast retreat.