I'm a self-taught, lover of poetry. I read it with my cornflakes and a good poem will move me to pathos as i make the pages of my book wrinkly with fallen tears..just kidding. I went to school, and then i didn't. Then I regretted it, then i didn't, but now i guess I mostly I do. So I read, read, read, as I try to compensate for the wiley years of a misspent youth.)
A Hat
A hat a top my head brings me delight,
A hat I say, a blimy hat,
It should bring other people delight as well,
And I wonder why my ears are fat
Does my head fit within the hat so snug?
Or is the hat fitly snug a top my head?
Does this hat make me proud and smug?
Or do I secretly wish I were dead?
Does my big hat cause me cancer?
Does my big head look so silly?
Am I as elegant as a polynesian dancer?
And why are my ears so chilly?
My hat's off to all man-kind,
Those vessels of adoration and honor,
Who've all chosen to sit, and wine, and dine,
As I, with my hat, choose to sit and ponder.