Cat On Hat Poem by Danny Draper

I would not wear my old spats
so long as I had cat on hat,
We'd step in puddles water splat
but high and dry is cat on hat,
Piñata, piñata chant brats with bats
but safe from reach is cat on hat,
In winter warm my hat hair mat
love is a cosy cat on hat,
On windy days the hat sits pat
anchored by the cat on hat,
Geriatric romance is never flat
with a wing fur ball cat on hat,
The older ladies stop to chat
but always to the cat on hat.


Postscript:


With limited information,
well merely photographic interpretation
I offer the following observation.

Originally from Paris
Then Chicago by car
Ever so mysterious
The old chat nior.