Be very
wary of Hats.
They’ll
abandon your crania, fly off like bats,
and
will ruin your rep in Society.
With
unquestionable insobriety
one
may flop on your head
and
pretend to be dead
then
vamoose like a thief
and
airmail itself back to the Baron Moncrieff
with
you paying.
(Just
saying.)
I’d
not trust a hat if it paid me.
I’d
not trust a hat if it laid me.
And
many’s the hat that has.
It’s
their sinister razzmatazz.
You’ve
only to be its most casual friend
to insure
an ignoble, unspeakable end.
Leave
it on the rack.
Never
look back.
.
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