Stranger in a Bath

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By yorkshirewriter

 

Walking in the park one day

I found a stranger in my way,

Approaching him, I start to laugh

As he is sitting in a bath.

Upon his head a bright red hat

Whatever should I think of that?

The only thing to keep him warm,

From the day that he was born.

Passing him, I turn and stare

As I realise that he has no hair.

Now I understand his plight

To wear this hat is his own right

Copyright © 2004 Matthew P. Nicholson

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