Last night the ladies had alarm:
their petaled parasols of charm
were drenched and torn against the fences-
wretched fate of splendid wenches-
for each was tossed upon the ground;
and grieving gardener raked the mound.
But Spring again teems with rebirth
and debutantes then scheme from earth-
designs on sky, pout on hades,
pretty plots do sprout with ladies!

Glenn Bagshaw

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