Hats Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Hang onto your hat, be it towering or flat
A topper, a trilby, a shtreimel
A bearskin, a beret, biretto or fez
Be it furry or leather or vinyl

Never go cap in hand, keep your bearing erect
In a mitre a homburg a busby
A sombrero, montera, a Stetson, a crown
Or a panama shaped like a frisby

A deerstalker hat has a je ne sais quoi
A slouch hat, or wild Tam o Shanter
Will look good…or a mortar board, wig or toupee
When you're punting though, borrow a boater

There are conical hats…but for Rene Magritte
The best was a business-like bowler
A baseball's better, if you're a go-getter
Out pushing a child in a stroller

Whatever you wear, hats are sure to declare
What you're like…. Dunces' caps or tricornes
But it's not a good look, if your wife has forsook
You and leaves you to wear cuckold's horns!