Love No Love

’Twas raining cats and dogs, Then a hard drizzle over the bogs. I was the one with umbrella in-house; But a girl needed to reach her house - Beauty this deep must not souse! This girl I offered to helping, But heard me some fellas yelping: Your best chance, your best try! Yet soaking to keep her dry, Put my umbrella over hairs plaited wry. If only she'll look me with a smile, It’ll make wooing a thing worthwhile; But all the uneasy way through, On her face she wore a forbidding cool As though I smelled of a kiddy’s stool. I took her number, nonetheless, Promising to bring an umbrella no less Every time the heavens poured. But on reaching my place of board, And seeing it a figure short was bored. Argh! howled I in a voice so mean, Ruing the guile she wreaked upon m’being. So next time the rains were to fall, Swore I the darkest oath of all, My umbrella she’ll never have this doll!