I don't suit hats
and I'm not their cup of tea.
My head is just the wrong shape
and it's far too small you see.
So the hats that I have
quite simply have to be
of the jokey, laughing,
giggling, silliest variety.
I've a pink hat with bobbles,
and a purple fluffy beast,
an Arsenal grey with dangling braids,
and a multicoloured feast
of points and tassles, braids and swirls.
I guess I'm not like other girls.
But none of the boys
will walk along with me.
Still, I don't mind. I love daft hats,
and my daft hats love me.