Patter Upon an Umbrella  

Whilst I strolled one summer Sunday, came a tree within my reach.
Overarched like an umbrella, I there picked myself a peach.
From the path a gentle lady did observe my moral breach.
I approached her hoping she would not my character impeach.

In her hand, she wielded artfully a flower�d umbrella.
I considered that a whack from it would likely hurt a fella�,
Whether it should land upon my pate or glance off my patella.
I began with peach in hand to serenade her a cappella:

�Your umbrella like a sword has pierced my heart forevermore.
Take this peach, a token of my love, the first of many more.
Take my hand, and you and I through life, this wide world will explore.�
�Take a hike�, she said, �For I have seen your kind of man before.�

Oh, Alas alack, I failed to win that signorina bella.
Had I though, our story surely would have made a great novella.
Take a tip from me before you go and pick your Dardanella,
And avoid one with a heart unfriendly as a closed umbrella

Louis William Rose

December 2004

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