The Hats Poem by Gregory Orr

The Hats



The hats are hungry.
What will they eat?
The funny uncle
puts his hand into his hat
and pulls out an empty sleeve.
All the parents are laughing,
but he children are scared.
What will the hats eat now,
the hats our fathers wear?
See the hat in the corner.
Has it been fed?

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Gregory Orr

Gregory Orr

Albany, New York
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