Table That Notion Poem by Ima Ryma

The family drove to the park
To have a day of picnic fun.
Suddenly, the sky did turn dark,
With rain clouds blocking out the sun.
From the picnic table the stuff
For the picnic had to be raced
Back to the car in time enough
Just to beat out the rainfall's haste,
Leaving the picnic table bare,
Fading hope of picnic to be.
From the car windows all did stare,
A sad picnicless family.

Upon a picnic, rain will fall.
Picnic tables know best of all.