my hat blowing off in the wind frightens me.
your hat blowing off your head frightens me.
the wind is so cheeky.
Hat
16 Monday Apr 2012
Posted in Aesthetic Pleasure, Poems, Poetry, Traveling
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16 Monday Apr 2012
Posted in Aesthetic Pleasure, Poems, Poetry, Traveling
my hat blowing off in the wind frightens me.
your hat blowing off your head frightens me.
the wind is so cheeky.
My favorite joke (a long one but I will shorten it here) involves a man who saves for 6 months to buy a new hat. He proudly wears it in the park on a windy day. The wind blows the hat off his head and it goes rolling across the grass. A dog appears, chases the hat, grabs it in his jaws and before the man can stop him, chews it to pieces. The dog’s owner appears but shows no concern for the tragedy. The hat owner angrily confronts him but the dog owner simply shrugs. The hat owner shouts, “I don’t like your attitude!!”, to which the dog owner replies – “It’s not my attitude”……
I have a penchant for hats and recently while in New York City on a sunny day, I watched a young woman walk by with an enormous floppy hat. Trying to look chic with the wind grabbing her chapeau it made me very nervous for her! It was as though the wind was walking behind her grabbing the hat with glee. A reason for hat pins! Your joke is suspiciously Irish! I like it!
Is that a picture of you? If so…what a tease!
Just don’t put it on the bed…it’s bad luck.