Ode to a Cheap Umbrella Manufacturer

Dear sir or madam

I bought one
Of your umbrellas
Today

I opened it

It fanned out
Like a peacock

But it soon
Lost its
Feathers

a gust of
Wind found
Me

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

Thank
You