Sunday, June 12, 2005

 

Broken Umbrella

(1-7-05)

The rain comes down and beats my brain
'Cause my umbrella's broken.
The top goes up but there are holes,
So, someone must be jokin'.
When God passed out the bumbershoots
He gave the best out first.
Of course, I was the last in line
So, my umbrella's cursed.
And as I stand in the pouring rain
Watching the dry folks go by,
I throw away the useless thing
And stand in the rain and cry.


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