Ode To A Fur Hat

When the temperature gets down to the single digits or below, the Mad Bomber fur hat is taken from the closet and worn with grateful appreciation.  On even the iciest days it keeps my head warm on our morning walks.  As Penny and I were strolling during this past weekend’s cold snap, I was moved to compose this bit of doggerel:

Ode To A Fur Hat

My winter hat, I hold you dear

On frigid days I know no fear

Your ear flaps hang, low and bold

And shield my ears from awful cold

Those icy days you heat my head

As if I were still snug in bed

Your feel is warm and richly furr’d

Who cares If I look like a nerd?