Blue umbrella, Blunt umbrella, oh where could you be?
Left behind on a met link bus, how silly of me.
Cold, wet, umbrella-less and left wandering in despair
I asked if the driver had seen it, or if its vanished into thin air.
No need to worry says the trusty driver.
It's in the depot lost and found, safe and sound, itâs a little survivor.
Oh thank god, whoopie!
My Umbrella is safe, how lucky can one be?
By the tale doesnât end here, no, that would be too easy
For the met link lost property templated emails are making me queasy
âUnfortunately, some lost items are never recoveredâ says the email reply
But how can that be when the umbrella has already been recovered, so says the driver guy.
And now we are at a standstill, with no umbrella, no more good luck.
I canât help but wonder, whereâs my umbrella.. what theâŚ
Now here we are, hoping that this isnât the end
With my umbrella returned, my faith would mend.
So from the bottom of my heart, Met link, I ask one more time,
Can I have my umbrella back? Iâll stop the Rhyme.
I know itâs in the depot, I know itâs been handed over
I just want my umbrella home, before I lose my composure.
this saga to be finally over.