Monday, March 7, 2022

The Lost and Broken Umbrella Comic Poem 122 by Angela Lansbury

 Red, bent umbrella. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

I've lost my broken umbrella

I'm sure you are wondering why

I have lost my broken umbrella

I put it down wet, left it up to dry


Did I leave it in the restaurant?

Or leave it on the train?

The trouble with lost umbrellas is

You never find them again


I admit it was twisted and broken

I admit, like me, it was old and bent

I admit it didn't add to my status

But I still wonder where it went


But today I found an umbrella

Broken and stained and stuck

It was half on the grass, under a bush

Covered in leaves and muck


I can see why the owner left it

It's a nuisance to wash, as you see

Nobody would ever want it

Nobody else but me


Lost and broken umbrellas

Are everywhere on the ground

I lost one and I found one

Broken umbrellas, not round, but go round. 

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