Umbrella

In the rain some people are salt. Then, dissolving like one they should halt: That God had okayed Rainfall no fault; My challenge to delay Destined Vault… The coldest rains could invite that vault, One’s exposed head to it obvious fault Does it matter that one is no salt What you should stop a go-ahead to halt… Then, for the living umbrella No skipping Confined Cinderella, Nor restricting it to Gabriela Nor “You can’t have one, Ursula!” A device for springing it open Any time you want this to happen And what you’d see: Dome-Shaped Tarpaulin: A shade for all folks, not just Pauline… Umbrella all thunderstorms could ravage And one could hear Umbrella “Savage!” At one’s service as a walking stick With it bad legs can distances lick… The usually easily misplaced But not as easily the replaced; After a pounding rain has held off And from minds a need for it switched off… A’s family is A’s Umbrella: Protect one from germs: Salmonella. The holes in its tarpaulin stitch up: Droplets from them could start a hiccup…