Sinking Sand

When at Weston, on the sand Do be careful where you stand For I’m able to confirm Not all of it’s very firm

When walking I didn’t see Quite how soft the sand might be Such that when on it I trod I nearly became unshod

As quickly as I could blink My feet into it did sink First the left and then the right It did give me quite a fright

Happily, without a shout I did get both of them out My shoes were covered in mud And with other sandy crud

To tarmac I did retreat On solid ground put my feet I’ll be wiser next trip there And should tread with much more care