The Hat
Mommy and Daddy abandoned me for good
Teachers beat me constantly with baseball bats
Because they're practical for batting practice
I'm not sad because of all that stuff
While walking home from school it happened
I wost my wittle hat right off my pointed head
What's worse it was the wind that did it
What the F is wrong with that
The wind snuck up from behind without warning
Became my mortal enemy from that day forward
It became such a catastrophe for little me
My hat means everything
I hate the wind so much it makes me spit
Perhaps I should stop breathing it
The air is nasty
A tiny lad needs his hat in winter
The thought of my head cover gone forever
Floating away lost in the clouds somewhere
Makes me want to cry out loud
Scares me to think there is no law to fit the crime
*Authors disclaimer: The letter “F” used in this poem stands for “fun” or “fog.” The author can not say for certain which one. (He was out walking when this poem came about and lost his little mind.)
With further education at some future date the letter “F” might stand for something else. Perhaps frog or phrog (for the more intellectually inclined.) More schooling will be required to imagine that. (I hope I have satisfied the censors.)
Also: The authors parents were very nice people (for those of you who might be inclined to cry at this time.)
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2018
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