I went out to buy a new hat.
No great tribulation in that.
But my taste residual
Is so individual
The selection left me quite flat
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I decided to make up my own
And so to the trimmings was shown
Oh! bliss! Rhapsody!
This surely would be
A hat of all hats alone.
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Should it be satin , velvet or fur?
None of these. What about straw?
I scrunched up a crimp in the brim
Then agonised over the trim
And whether
A feather
Or two
Or a few,
Set pertly in place would do.
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I dressed up the anonymous brown
With taffeta swathed round the crown
Then a bevy of bows
And a pink cabbage rose
With a flyaway veil
Swept back in a tail
And it turned out perfection.
An Ascot confection!
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The girl in the shop asked my name
And said she felt it a shame
She would not see me wear it.
I just couldn't bear it
And made her one exactly the same
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