Old hats new hats, <br />short hats, tall hats, <br />red hats blue hats, <br />big hats, small hats. <br /> <br />Hats on sticks, <br />hats on chairs, <br />hats and music everywhere. <br /> <br />And the little ones dusted <br />the hats on the chairs, <br />the hats on the blankets, <br />the hats on the stairs. <br /> <br />And the parents looked silly <br />in the nicest sort of way <br />as they rolled on the floor <br />while the Klezmer music played. <br /> <br />And I danced and I smiled <br />and I wore a bright mask <br />of Chaplinesque lunacy <br />and Tommy Cooper class. <br /> <br />Cos my heart was a thumping <br />and my stomach was a knot. <br />My mind was a racing <br />and it kinda hurt a lot. <br /> <br />But the world keeps turning <br />and the dancers keep dancing <br />and the poems keep churning <br />and the music keeps prancing. <br /> <br />And I sorta kinda know <br />that we'll both be OK. <br />That we’ll live and love and lust a lot <br />and kiss our cares away.<br /><br />Alison Cassidy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-the-room-was-filled-with-hats/
