There One Was A Man Who Wore Hats || Richard Weaver

many hats, not all at the same time.

No Bartholomew was he.

Every day a new one, sometimes two.

His ears may ache, and his hair hurt,

but the pattern continues. Always

his head is covered. Even while asleep.

(Caps are an acceptable variation).

He never wears the same hat twice,

preferring instead to donate the slightly

used headwear to art museums

which specialize in such things, the edgy

modern ones. Does he have a favorite style,

you ask, intruding on the author? A simple

answer to your imperious question: No.

His sartorial vision is beyond time and fashion.

He is a man for whom style is anathema.

A head for which every hat is destined.