umbrella poem

Umbrella Poem

The Maker is on a roll. Clearly the train theme from earlier in the week is still running, but today he’s responding to the three-day deluge with humor and creativity.

Umbrellas keep you dry from the rain
Just like if your riding a trian,
Umbrellas keep you from the sun,
When your having so much fun,
Small umbrellas can go in a drink,
Even if if your toes are Pink.

Just for the record, my toes are not pink. They are Siberian Nights. That’s purple, with cloud cover.

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2 Responses to Umbrella Poem

  1. Sine Botchen November 12, 2009 at 11:23 pm #

    I couldn’t help but notice that this one was portrait, as opposed to the train one which was landscape, yet he used the “lines” in both to maintain some semblance of order. (At least his subjects aren’t as “morbid” as ours were )

  2. Lisa Creech Bledsoe November 13, 2009 at 10:06 am #

    Well, I’ll be. I had to go back and look at that and you’re right. I guess any lines are useful lines, if you are into lining things up.

    By the way, I really really wanted to see the armless-legless astronaut on the flip side of your God Bless Texas the President is Dead essay. Which I LOVED. You clearly had passion (death! o death! and the moon!), patriotism (Texas!), and creativity (paraplegic astronauts! no need for a wheelchair!). I really enjoyed this one.

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