An Ode To My Hat

An ode to my hat

now how silly is that

it looks good on my head

but dumb on my cat

She stepped on it flat

and on it she spat

Angry she was

for me doing that

My hat is white

It's bright in the light

And when I go walking

You can see me at night

It can help fly a kite

and has a harsh bite

It comes alive on its own

and sometimes we fight 

But we always make up

and I pour it a cup

Sweet grape juice we share

and we ask, what's up?

But it always spills

when we roll down the hills

It rips clean in half

and the doctor gives bills

It's always in pain

and has a huge stain

it's mad at me now

and moved up to Maine

It walks with a cane

and is obsessed with Spain

So I bought a new hat

and her name is Jane 

Reviews

[Dr. Wood ?]

good to see some more nonsense on here..keep up the good work