The Lady in the Hat
Moe's poem performed by Namakula Nasejje Musoke.
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I saw her as she crossed the street,
scarlet heels hugged slender feet.
On her head, tipped to the right,
was perched a hat as black as night.
She balanced it as best she could.
Till a wind arrived to do no good.
It tickled across the fabric's brim,
wiggled up, beneath the rim.
Both hands flew up, to save her hat
The wind was having none of that!
Hat went tumbling through the air!
Thank goodness she’d done her hair.
Off she dashed in a frantic chase
The wind the winner in this race.
Surrendering at the corner light,
she teetered hatless out of sight.
scarlet heels hugged slender feet.
On her head, tipped to the right,
was perched a hat as black as night.
She balanced it as best she could.
Till a wind arrived to do no good.
It tickled across the fabric's brim,
wiggled up, beneath the rim.
Both hands flew up, to save her hat
The wind was having none of that!
Hat went tumbling through the air!
Thank goodness she’d done her hair.
Off she dashed in a frantic chase
The wind the winner in this race.
Surrendering at the corner light,
she teetered hatless out of sight.
This poem is copyright (©) Moe Phillips 2024
About the Writer
Moe Phillips
Moe is a poet, writer and filmmaker. Recipient of a Gold Clio in 2019, for her work with Disney, she has been published in over twenty anthologies for children and adults. She is a regular contributor to Bella Grace Magazine. Moe has created short films for award winning poets - Naomi Shihab Nye, Rebecca Kai Dotlich and Georgia Heard. Her latest creation is “The Feisty Beast” an audio content series she pens and produces.
