Beach umbrella, I thought you were my friend
That we would go to the beach together till the end
Until I found out you couldn’t be trusted
And I had to bring you home from the beach tattered and busted
It would always start out the same way
Off to the beach on a beautiful day
I would dig a hole and plant you in the sand
And that’s when all the trouble began
A slight wind would blow and out of the sand you would go
Twirling gleefully across the sand, dancing to and fro
Me, trying to catch you but always out of reach
Bouncing and rolling, turning your pole into a projectile
Beach goers and I finally catch you after a long run
To you, beach umbrella, this might seem like fun
But as for me, our beach days are definitely done
I’d rather sit on the beach without you in the burning sun
Ellen
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