Anton’s Hat

In fair Verona I shall meet you
On the eve of Spancills Fair
Wear a ribbon I beseech you
A red ribbon in your hair

By this ribbon I shall know
And find you in the crowd
’Neath Shakespeare’s lovers window
As the second bell tolls loud

And I’ll untie that silken bow
Run my fingers through your hair
And by your eyes I’ll know
The measure of your care

So reserve a tiny shaving
For the heavy heart you stole 
That Capulet’s fair craving, 
Might again infect your soul

All my own work.

I’d love your thoughts… chat soon.

Hi there and welcome to the first “Hat Poems” if it has that at the top it’s my work. I’d love any feedback anyone has or any critical analysis.

Winston Churchill once said that “the Truth is so precious, it must be protected by a bodyguard of lies”. Now more than ever it is worth bearing that in mind in the political, business and social worlds. Seek ye the Truth!

… or “search for the sword that was broken” whatever gets you through the night…

I’m nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there’s a pair of us–don’t tell!
They’d banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

Did she predict social media or what? People are the same in every environment I suppose.