Hat Poems - Poems about Hat

spotted burclover miniature three leaf blossoms decorate meadow leprechaun friendly is that his little top hat i kneel closer...

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I’ve brought this up a few times before…but again I have to share how there is a kind of magic imbedded in this tie-dye bucket hat I wear. There is something welcoming in this hat…something safe and kind and gentle. And, having just returned from England and France…it’s appeal is intercontinental It’s hard to imagine all the wonderful conversations...

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The Cat in a Hat sat on a mat (the mat was flat) when Pat a bat who was fat (a flying rat) chasing a gnat (the gnat went zzzat) dropped in (splat!) for a chat (what a brat) but (tit for tat) was told to scat imagine that! (Moral of the story: Uninvited unwelcome) ...

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There was a carney, I knew as Larry. He lived with a knife thrower, named Sherry. Sherry loved her yellow canary, and trusted its care while gone to Barry. While she was gone, the bird somehow got free. He looked everywhere, where could that bird be? His eyes looked up as he dropped to one knee, and prayed for help to find...

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So tired of the TV talking heads twisting every word that's said much of it scripted and has to be read they don't even have a vested interest only putting their mouth where the money is at best my advice to them... 'If you have nothing useful to add, Mum's the word don't drive us mad, keep it under wraps stow it under your hat, put a lid...

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The premise goes everyone knows before entering the premises while still outside yet on the mat it's no gentleman who forgets to doff his cap or remove his hat if dining out or at a private party for a particular person it's impolite at most to sip slurp or slink a drink before the toast to a hospitable host and when beside the table laden confronted...

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Like Harry Potter, the sorting hat (my mom) has placed me in a bloody, crimson colored school. It’s disorienting, as I go about, the logos are wack. Poor little rich girl no beachside lovers this interminable, scorching summer. I’m swept up by scholastic spirit. Can you hear it? Cause it’s deafening me, on this cool, dry, Boston orientation day. As we finished our morning...

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I went on a stroll. Same lit up signs stare, While I wear the same hat, As the same strangers glare. Absorbed in my own despair, Walking beside the same street, Wishing you’d be there. Same windows, Same street lights, Same hat, that you used to wear. Now strangers stare. I’m a monster, they yell. If only they knew, What I went through, All because of...

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Lemonade is easy, I keep the lemons on my hat We liked this enterprising chap, gnome named Matt I pull them off when I need them if I start to run out Smart gnome for sure, selling lemonade on the parade route. ...

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She, in her Easter bonnet Standing beneath the shade, Alongside gentlemen in top hats To view an Easter parade Church bells ring distantly Showy, white lilies sway, Waving to sweet daffodils On this springtime holiday Baskets with chocolate rabbits Jelly beans and colored eggs, Are carried by happy children Running by on pudgy legs A whirl of pastel colors Meant to delight the eye, Like...

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She woke up to a sunrise; Bright in her eyes as she rose She stares at the moon as it disappears. The red hat sitting on her dresser, As she picked out her daily dress. Brushed her hair, sprayed perfume- Still, something was missing. The girl followed the echoes of her mom’s voice; Alerting her of the time rush. As she waited for the...

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Encage us we are of collective souls Display us in prisoned wallpaper as ghouls Send us into these sepsis tanks, in tin cans in torture dungeons, in faraway lands Mistaken for us are the migrants who...

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She wore a tiffany hat with a bow and six big plumes of red and white, it had an ultra wide asymmetrical brim that rolled up to one side. When it came to dames like this I believe God ran out of humble stock ! She wore pompadour shoes, like she had nothing to...

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Red hat Trump Trump Trump Ta-ta-ta –rump Tri-umph ...

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Collecting all manner of things, From battered old derbies to rings, He still couldn’t find, It stayed on his mind, A three-legged scarecrow that sings. ...

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