The Hat
Listen to Michael read his poem ...
There’s something wrong with my new hat
It’s long and felt and black and flat
(There’s nothing wrong with all of that)
It’s just that arms should seem to fit
Its seams, to match my dreams of it.
What? My hat needs arms, okay?
Like every hat you see today
Like any hat worth half its spit,
But lacking arms? Return it!
It’s long and felt and black and flat
(There’s nothing wrong with all of that)
It’s just that arms should seem to fit
Its seams, to match my dreams of it.
What? My hat needs arms, okay?
Like every hat you see today
Like any hat worth half its spit,
But lacking arms? Return it!
This poem is copyright (©) Michael Heyman 2024
About the Writer
Michael Heyman
Michael is a Professor of Nonsense at Berklee College of Music in Boston and has been known to perform his poetry for children self-accompanied on the baritone diddlemaphone. His stories and poems can be found in The Puffin Book of Bedtime Stories, The Moustache Maharishi and other unlikely stories, This Book Makes No Sense: Nonsense Poems and Worse, and Poetry International. He was also a judge for the Lion & the Unicorn Award for Excellence in North American Poetry.
