Tales told out of turn

Legend has it,

a young Abraham Lincoln

once walked five miles

just to deliver a letter,

& that he  carried the letter

with him underneath

his tall stove pipe hat.

ii.

When he finally

arrived, a tired Lincoln

removed his hat and

presented the letter.

iii.

The family was grateful,

but visibly dismayed to

find the letter covered with

sweat, oil, and coarse

black hair, that wreathed

the letter like a holiday

ribbon.

iv.

Not wanting to insult

Young Abraham, the

family nevertheless would

only accept the letter

using a pair of tongs.

v.

The unflappable A. Lincoln

merely laughed. And when

the letter was opened,

the family laughed, too,

for inside the envelope

was a shampoo sample.


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Anything is a hat

I believe

that any-thing that can

be balanced on one’s head

qualifies as a hat.

ii.

Example:

See this set of keys?

Now they are my hat.

An armadillo?

Now a hat.

iii.

A cracker-crack?

A shnoolzer-sack?

Or, even a vizza-me-pak?

Hat. Hat. Hat.

iv.

How about this beret?

… Well, no, maybe not the beret. 

But to be fair,

I don’t think

I can personally pull it off.

v.

Still how about this old piece of dried-up dog crap?

Now its my hat!

But you get it.