Toes Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

I'm going to paint my toes today
while I sit in the sand of Victoria Bay.
Should the sand find the paint it will surely stick
who would try to take off every grain with a pick?
So my toes will be dark, like in gunmetal blue
and I'll post a small photomontage to you,
By the way, I have found that all painted toes
may be written about in cute rhyme or in prose,
though I question and ask that you share your delight
in your word that this all is inherently right.
Real men don't eat quiche but they paint their own toes?
May I paint at least one like a ruby red rose?