He fell backwards into quick drying cement. <br />It was something that he hadn’t meant <br />to do. For his trousers started setting fast, <br />and ended up looking like a plaster cast. <br /> <br />A stonemason was found to chip away <br />at this solid mass of clayey grey. <br />His legs were feeling not quite his own. <br />He felt like a statue carved from stone. <br /> <br />Finally his limbs were at last released. <br />His trousers, surprisingly, were not creased. <br />Two buttock shapes were in concrete created <br />Something that made him feel very deflated. <br /> <br />For nobody else with any temerity. could say, <br />Their posterior was preserved for posterity, this way.<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-posterity-2/
