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.