Best Old Hat Poems

Wrinkled, worn, and weather-beaten
one old hat sits a loft a dusty shelf.
A witness to individual history,
a vision of days gone by
of both good and bad times,
a garment of many memories.

Like a King's crown,
the hat once sat cocked to the right
over a stern, but wise brow.
Well...

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Oh, how could I ever be bored?
When I had such interesting chores.

I had to paint our bedroom door,
Then mop the grand, speckled floor.

Walked quickly down to the shore,
And dug hidden clams with the oar.

Made a tasty clam-supper for four,
Then into their big bowls I poured.

Knowing,...

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With twenty-six letters of lead
I'll conquer the world,he said-
Das Kapital...no longer red....

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Same Old Hat

It was same old hat I had worn for years
And even though as my last one nears
Many memories meaning so much to me
Were waiting there and will always be.

There was the time I held your hand
While picnicking by sea sitting in the sand
When...

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Upon the shelf there is nothing but a hat,
all dusty and faded from where it has sat,
being in the same place and the same spot,
since the very day that it was bought,
it does not seem to have a purpose,
only to keep dust off of the...

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Napoleon was miserable
Very sad and flat
To cap it all
A strong wind blew
Whipping off his Tricorn Hat!...

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