My Hat




I
Pre-admonisheth
Ye youth


A youth but late returned from School,
Fourteen, facetious, fat,
I swear by that I cherish most,
Videlicet 'My Hat'.



II
And defendeth
His Oath


Oaths are immoral people say,
But still they come so pat
When one's excited. It's not sin
I'm sure, to say My Hat!



III
Instances when
Ye Oath
May be Needful


When nightly slumbers broken are
By symphony of cat,
I think of spring traps, dogs, & death,
And vengeful growl 'My Hat!'



IV
The Substance
Of ye Oath



I have but one, a bowler 'tis
As rough as any mat,
The felt inside is cocoa-stained,
Nathless I love my Hat.



V
Ye Conscience that
Swayeth ye Youth


Folks say it's seedy, but I stick
To it the more for that.
As Conscience keeps me to my word
And lives inside my Hat



VI
The affection of
ye Youth


As student I shall keep it still,
Moreover when I mat-
riculate at seventeen
I'll go up in my Hat.



VII
He imagineth
Misfortune


And if I miss, (which Heaven forbid)
Proving myself a flat,
Then I should find to my disgust,
Myself inside my Hat.



VIII
And telleth
Of his Poesie


When you're at breakfast there will come
The postman's rat-tat-tat,
Bringing your business letters and
These verses on my Hat.