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.