There!
Forsaken on the road I was
When it began to rain cats and dogs;
Neither an awning nor oak to pause,
But only a hazy expanse swarmed with bogs.
But Ah!
Up ahead, a glimmer of hope -
A petite belle with an umbrella over her head;
I whistled, praying with me she would cope
Under the colourful canopy of her shade.
And lo!
I was thither, my arm around her
With raindrops from my head gliding onto her nape;
From her, just a sweet and delectable purr
As we mooched about under the romantic cape.
Blimey!
The rain is only an exotic cacophony,
But underneath the umbrella, it's Holy Matrimony!
