That one has ribbons and bows
that one’s tied off with bits of string
another is cocked like an eyebrow
a fourth is floral, like spring.
Heavy is the head, they say,
but I can’t understand what’s going on inside-
why’s today the day?
These hats have hit their stride.
Their laughs are tinkling
polite, but fake as those frills.
I hope that they’re thinking
beyond these present thrills.