Umbrella-not

Umbrella-not, umbrella-not: my new 

Favorite word, I don’t think I’ll be by 

Anytime soon.  For hail of a long nights 

Duration is in the forecast, my fave Thing. 

The wild wind has shifted, the wild wind 

That blows Jurassic Park clouds in front 

Of the silly sun; the freest thing you can 

Put in my report, and children can take 

Silly roses home every solstice for ever 

For all I care.  Isn't nothing coming of it, 

Anyhow, I better tack my mouth shut 

Right quickly before my lawyer arrives.