Long Milliner Poems

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Hats On

English women love their hats, 
From commoner to Queen; 
If you watched William’s wedding,
Then you know just what I mean.

From wild and wacky to sedate,
The headgear called attention;
Most were classy - stylish, too,
And some defied convention.

The Queen was garbed in yellow,
With her hat a matching hue;
Camilla’s was humongous,
Partly hiding her from view.

Some chapeaus were feathery
And warn with jaunty flair.
Others tried to make their wearers
Seem quite debonair.

Princess sisters looked a sight;
One’s hat resembled snakes.
Maybe when they see the pics,
They’ll realize their mistakes.

Still, many hats were wonderful
And made me want to wear one.
If I lived in England, why,
I’d likely have a spare one.

A British mum with daughter
Would be wise if she’d instill in her
The skills and knowledge it would take
To one day be a milliner!

Ilene Bauer (http://primetimerhyme.blogspot.com)
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Wonderland II: The Hatter's Tale


Morning At Work

Impaired by his tremors
And a troublesome cough,
He turned fur into felt
Before cooling things off.

He drooled once or twice
And grew cold in his bones,
But he shaped all the felt
Into all of the cones.


Noon

His 'venomous vipers'
Grew restless again
And woke as the toxins
Played games with his brain.

He began to see strange things
And quickly grew scared
When the writing desk swooped
Like a ravenous bird.

Aware that his dark mind
Was now playing tricks,
He quit work forever
At ten shillings past six.


Night

He sat in The Tabard
Where he found time to think.
His skin had turned orange
As he drowned in his drink.
 
He recalled the sad day
His wife took off her ring
And with her cards on the table
Left to marry a king.

He pined for his daughter
And the party he'd planned
But she followed her mother
To that far-away land.


Later That Night

While carrying a tea tray
Upstairs to his bed
He tripped over his hat
He'd shook off with his head.

He finally came to 
Around six the next night
But from that moment on
All his world was not right.
Form: Narrative

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