They come in all strengths and sizes;
in high winds only the fittest survive.
Everyone I know loses them frequently
so where do lost umbrellas go?
Someone must have hundreds of them.
Their colours range from dull to blinding -
saying something about their owners?
My father was a commuter
and his umbrella was black.
Robert Melliard
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/umbrellas/
