Poetic Asides You Should

You Should Get Rid of That Hat

I love you dearly.

You can count on that.

But, my dear, you really

should get rid of that hat.

In the eighties, long ago,

when leggings were in style,

I got a pair with matching hat

and wore them a while.

You claimed the hat

and wore it all the time,

winter through autumn,

you know I’m not lyin’.

Cranberry and white.

Flops like a Smurf’s cap.

It’s tattered and torn,

not much more than a scrap.

It began to unravel

up there at the top.

You can put it on both ways.

When will you stop?

Some day when you’re not looking,

It will disappear.

It’s for your own good.

Really, my dear.