I will now use Livejournal to post bad poetry. I'm sorry. However, in my defense, its absurdist and not emo, and it came to me while running through the rain with a shocking little black number that couldn't stop a tap flow let alone a Sydney torrential.

Welcome to the umbrella refuge!

With umbrellas of all shapes and sizes

For those seeking pre-loved protectors

In all manner of outlandish guises

 

For the lady a lovely in bold cherry red

For the feller a yeller five people wide

Rain, sleet and snow we’ve got ‘em all

No sir! Please not inside!

 

They’ll keep you from the sunlight

From the snow and falling rain

Even sand and sleet stop before them

The only thing they won’t shield is pain!

 

So come and pay for free umbrellas

Be at the call of the wind

Hold the dears close now

For soon they will be binned.