Vacation Alias

The old man asked me for my name.

For some reason I said, “Marshall.”

“As in Marshall Dill Pickle?” he said,

Producing a finger gun and

The playful sound of shooting.

I thought, I guess I will be Marshall

For this guy, not that I minded.

But, Marshall Marsh did not seem

Like a good combination.

Luckily, I never saw him again.

Both of us being from different places

Far away from each other.