Old Hat Poems - Poems about Old Hat

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

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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 birds and your voice flew around And forever can still hear...

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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 used and sweat stained, but worn with dignity and pride by one...

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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 surface, of the shelf on which it sits, high above all of...

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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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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, they would yell for more, Prompting my tender voice to roar...

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