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The Man With No Umbrella
DT (3rd January 1956 / LONDON, UK)

The Man With No Umbrella

Poem By David Taylor

They mashed it.
He cut it in tiny bits.
They took a plane.
But he took the bus.
They headed south for the sun.
He went to Alaska
and had much more fun.
They played the stock market
but he just had cash.
They were so unhappy
when the markets
they crashed.
They bought the latest, designer clothes.
He had holes in his socks for his toes.
He sat on the sidewalk
when it poured with the rain.
They huddled inside
with coffee, and sat, and complained.
They bought the latest plasma TV.
He watched the news on the box
in the windows of the high street shops.
They said he was 'a bit strange'.
He went for a walk
and never came back
the man with no umbrella or hat.

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And who was the happier? ? An impressive read, David. Love, Fran xx
A nice quirky write David, and a great read too. A nice light read and well produced. Loved it. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX


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