Umbrella

Hastily, i press the button

My shield launches straight up

The silver rod within my hand

The dome that sits atop

The heavens drum their melody

The beat begin to quicken

The water runs in rivulets

The roads all start to slicken

My fast response should take care of

This damp situation we’re in

The umbrella providing cover

with us two safe and dry within

There exists a real problem

One not easily resolved

You being of small stature

Mine, freakishly tall

If the brolly’s placed in such a way

to stop you getting wet

The rain falling in droves

will wreck my fresh shampoo and set

With the brolly hoisted above my head

keeping me nice and dry

It’s impossible to shelter you

Whichever way we try

In resolution to this issue

I know exactly what to do

Next time, I’ll bring my umbrella

You pack your one too!

Published by Dullard poet

I have been writing mediocre poems since childhood. To me the process of writing is a release and the results, however mundane, give me a sense of pride. I am a busy teacher, mother (hockey mum), wife, pet owner as well as being a reader, sometime raver and a reasonable friend.

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