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The Crochet Hat
“For winter nights I want a woolen hat!
My true love said - “I want it crocheted”
Use up the thick and dark green worsted wool
To match my jacket, for it’s getting cool”.
And so I crocheted, - crochet goes quick;
But first things first,- the hat had to be chic
And pert, and thus I picked the finest hook
While Stephen read from a computer book;
“For Dummies” and some sundry high tech stuff
Until I said: “You studied long enough!
Give it a rest for now and watch TV”!
Which he turned on, somewhat reluctantly.
“The wool is thick he said,- you crochet fast
I reckon that this sturdy hat will last
For many years to come and I am glad
You did not knit - for I prefer crochet..
In a short time his cocky hat was done,
And night and day my sweetheart had it on.
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One night I came home late, for I had had
A choir rehearsal, - and he was in bed.
My hand groped for his head and I stooped low,
To plant a kiss upon my sweethearts brow.
But Lo! - the head felt oddly corpulent,
A bloated pear, - and in bewilderment
I touched and felt and fumbled round about,
And toweling and tissue wads rolled out,
But in the darkness I could clearly hear
A playful chuckle from the bed room’s rear :
Fear not!- no burglar here nor Peeping Tom
Steve‘s in his housecoat, he is home! he‘s home!..
But now he’s gone, he’s gone -, his woolen hat
Lies flat and limp upon the stripped down bed;
I hold it to my cheek in disbelief,
Then press it to my heart and weep and grieve;.
His odor lingers, clinging to it yet,
Of thriving hair roots, essences and sweat;
It penetrated deeply strands and mesh,
And brings the vision up of cherished flesh;
I plant upon this hat a tender kiss
Lord usher him into your joy and bliss!
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