LOST PROPERTY

That’s another umbrella lost; Six already this year. I dread to think how much they’ve cost, But I won’t shed a tear. It isn’t entirely by accident That I leave them on the train. I have an ulterior motive you see. It’s all in the name of love. There is this lovely girl I’ve met, Her name badge says she’s Anne. I haven’t plucked up courage yet, But have a cunning plan. She’s in the lost property office At the railway terminus. And next time I lose an umbrella, I’ll ask her for a date. ~~ We final went out last night, But, sadly, not again. I think the evening went all right – But left her on the train.