I have a garden with a real brick wall

Now my garden parasols stand tall
One is red and one is kind of beige
So naturally, rain decides to fall

I also have umbrellas in the hall
To poke invaders ‘balls if I’m enraged
Thus my garden parasols stand tall

I have a garden with a real brick wall
A lavatory never yet engaged
So, fortunately, rain decides to fall

When it’s autumn, stuff begins to fall
I read a sentence, sometimes a whole page
Still, my garden parasols look tall

I shall give my poetry my all
And if it’s bad then you may take umbrage
Unnaturally, rain will never pall.

Before we married, we were quite estranged
Afterwards, we soon became deranged
Now my garden parasols  may fall
So  sullenly. the rain decides walks over all