The Mad Hatter would be happy here
Wide-brimmed creations everywhere
Some hatbands have a brilliant hue
Some perch precariously, worn through.
All those I meet have quite a range
Of headgear, awkward to arrange
In hallways where they hibernate
Or car back seat, in battered state.
The sun’s destructive force is such
That a hat is not a fashion touch
But a must-have in the summer shine
When skin cancer is a threat - big time.
Take the Outback style in burnished hide
Sometimes with fly net trimmed and wide
Yet there is one I’ve yet to see
With a ring of corks all floating free!
(c) Poet in the woods 2017