Sat On Hat Poem by Troy Cochran

Happy to oblige, Lorraine. A fun fact about this poem: I was actually served green eggs at a restaurant about a month ago. I didn't ask for the back-story on those scrambled eggs; the fact is, I didn't WANT to know! But even though they looked a little iffy, they were actually quite good. Sad I Am to report, however, that they did not come with (boo-hoo) Ham. They came with sausage, biscuits and gravy. (But, really, what's the diff?) Another (not so) fun fact: There was a casualty in the making of this poem, which is partially responsible for the above eulogy: my hat was truly and utterly sat on. The culprit is yet to be apprehended. And now my picture will have to be downsized by half. Let us pray.

Thank you, Kumarmani. I'm thinking that I am now a purveyor, and you a connaisseur, of nonsense. And there is just no way to make that sound like a compliment, is there? (But that was my intention, of course.) ;)