Ponderous Parasol

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A human held me to the sky

to shield him from the rain.

After a while a walking by,

I started to complain;

.

"I'm getting waterlogged," I said,

"I'm soaked right to the pole."

If only I held him instead,

life wouldn't be so droll.

.

I said to him, "Why don't we switch?"

and looked him in the eye.

He said to me, "I guess I'll pitch

myself to keep you dry."

.

I held my human to the sky

to shield me from the rain.

The people stared as we passed by

and mumbled in disdain

.

at me who ever valiantly

sauntered along the street.

How could they stare so tactlessly

at one who has no feet?

.

It won't be soon before too long;

at last the rain did stop.

My human, soaked, burst into song

about the water drop.

.

He sings and sings of things and things

as rainbows start to shine.

The colors form in perfect rings,

a gift from the divine.

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