I never lost my umbrella, nor did she ever lose me.
Misplaced on occasions tho' temporary.
Other brollies have come, but come only to leave.
They'll stay by my side whilst they flirt to the thief
then whore to the bus, tube and mini-cab seat.
Is it love for Umbrella? Who's to say.
But my brolly belongs on my arm every day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem