Coverage

I have an umbrella.
Protection!
I don't get wet, I don't get burned
It's pretty, with little soldiers
They carry guns. Muskets, actually.

Sometimes I open it
indoors.
You know, for monsters on chandeliers
Or leaks in the roof.
It fits politely in small spaces.

That big old hole in my umbrella
I guess I missed it.
Like the six hairs on my knee
Now I think, that big old hole
It's been there for years.