|A large part of my current millinery stash|
Oh hat, you were a good hat
Loyal and True
You kept the me warm and the snow off my head
Even in the truly irrational winters of Western Pennsylvania
I can only hope you have passed this veil of tears
To the great habadasher in the sky
Or are shoved farther back in my closet
Actually that would be better.
I think I may understand why I never made it into my high school literary magazine.