In a town where it always rains
Lived a man with a touch of disdain
He carried an umbrella
Though it caused quite the fella
To think he had something to gain.
Whenever the rain began to pour
He'd open his umbrella with a snore
But the wind was so strong
His umbrella went wrong
And it vanished, never seen anymore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like umbrellas, nice limericks.