Pillbox Hat
Jackie wore a pillbox hat
And all who watched remember that.
That image, with her rose-pink suit
Is something no one can dispute.
The bloodied suit, of wool boucle,
Is, in the archives, locked away,
But no one knows the whereabouts
Of Jackie’s hat, though some have doubts.
Her secretary and her maid
Were stubborn and could not be swayed
To say where maybe it was tossed
And so it was considered lost.
Most likely, it’s tucked out of sight
And in our lives won’t come to light,
Though some collector looks and sighs,
Enjoying that pink pillbox prize.
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