Hats
My son has got your hat on
He took it off your head
My son has got your hat on
And I think he’s gone to bed
My dog has got her hat on
I think it looks quite swell
My dog has got her hat on
And a pair of specs as well
My daughter’s got a hat on
I think it might be mine
My daughter’s got my hat on
That’s completely out of line
My friend has got their hat on
But not atop their hair
My friend has got their hat on
Round their waist like underwear
My dog’s taken her hat off
And the pair of glasses too
My dog’s taken her hat off
And she’s flushed it down the loo
The sun has got his hat on
It seems he never learnt
The sun has got his hat on
And ... no, once again it’s burnt
He took it off your head
My son has got your hat on
And I think he’s gone to bed
My dog has got her hat on
I think it looks quite swell
My dog has got her hat on
And a pair of specs as well
My daughter’s got a hat on
I think it might be mine
My daughter’s got my hat on
That’s completely out of line
My friend has got their hat on
But not atop their hair
My friend has got their hat on
Round their waist like underwear
My dog’s taken her hat off
And the pair of glasses too
My dog’s taken her hat off
And she’s flushed it down the loo
The sun has got his hat on
It seems he never learnt
The sun has got his hat on
And ... no, once again it’s burnt
This poem is copyright (©) Ian Brownlie 2024
About the Writer
Ian Brownlie
Ian lives with his family in Marlow, Bucks (UK). His prospective middle grade novel, Solomon Brown from Hero Town, was longlisted for the Times/Chicken House Children's Fiction Competition. His poems have been published in The Dirigible Balloon and The Toy.
Twitter:@herotownbook
Website:http://www.herotown.co.uk