I have many hats,
and most fit just fine. I have hats for dancing, hats for prancing, hats for drinking wine. I have hats for cleaning, hats for singing hats for running to the store. I have hats for refereeing hats for wife-ing and hats that keep the score. Sometimes I can wear twenty-two hats in a single day. I have hats for wrestling, and hats to wear for play. But my most favorite hat, of all the hats I have, is the biggest and loudest hat that I own. I place it on my noodle, with a smile on my face and traipse around while it shouts “Fuck You!” all over the God damn place.
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AuthorMolly Roland is a writer by nature, and she enjoys stepping over the invisible lines society loves to draw. Categories |