Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Umbrella Blues

An umbrella beckoned to me

To shelter under it before

The terrible storm came to be

With oceans of rain to downpour.

I had been warned to beware of

An umbrella I did not know.

But seeing the dark clouds above,

Under that 'brella I did go.

But right away I knew that I

Had made a mistake on this act.

A bad, bad umbrella was why,

Which too soon proved to be a fact.

Napoleon, this 'brella's name,

Because blown apart it became.