Ode to a Cheap Umbrella Manufacturer

Dear sir or madam

I bought one
Of your umbrellas

I opened it

It fanned out
Like a peacock

But it soon
Lost its

a gust of
Wind found

And the
Umbrella became
A matrix of
Mangled spines

Like a seer sucker
Suit seeking its
Own kind before
Being sucked through
A straw

It broke in
Its mangled
Maiden voyage

Not under a
Hail of bullets
Or a cab

You must
Have broken
Much wind when
Coming up with
Your design


(C) 2016 Tony Robles.


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