The POTW: Verse Til It Hurts


POTW #798
(Week of 22 April, 2012)

Inspired by the first people we passed on the way to the coffee shop this morning.

A Hat That Doesn't Touch My Head

When at last we conquer gravity
Race to science fiction lavishly
Flying cars and flying cities
Jetsons fun, exotic and pretty
But I don't care if my house can fly
The first thing I'll rush out and buy
Is a hat that doesn't touch my head
That levitates above instead
A standard cap is shade plus sweat
Matted hair and moist regret
But a floating disc of personal shade
Halo comfort Heaven made
Save your spectacle ambitious
Give me simple and delicious

Copyright © 2012 by Dave Grossman

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