Delia carried the Green Umbrella
Whenever she fancied a fella.
Opening it a spell is cast
Holding the strongest guys fast.
Thinking of running?
There’s no escape for the cunning,
Even if you see her coming.
She opens the green umbrella
And with it casts her matching gaze,
Even the reticent this will faze.
The assured, the bored will be captured.
Previous relationships fractured and cast aside,
With the green umbrella open they must abide.
Delia to dinner they will take,
Jewellery they bestow,
To the Green Umbrella they fall in tow,
Bank accounts fall open
From which emerge no idle token.
Sucked dry the Green Umbrella is closed.
“Why I am here?” is the common question posed.
Delia frowns as she counts her crowns,
Looking around for the next round pound,
She says,” Can’t help you there fella pass me my umbrella”.