Hats Off

I wish I’d lived when hats were in –
They seemed to be required.
In photos from the forties,
All the heads were so attired.

My grandmother had lots of hats,
The boxes striped and round;
And on my visits, one by one,
On my head they were crowned.

I loved an orange one adorned
With tiny safety pins.
I modeled that one most of all,
My grandpa grinning grins.

How great to have a hat to match
Each blouse or dress or suit.
To polish off an outfit, why,
There is no substitute!

Of course, you can buy hats today.
I wear mine when it’s cold;
And young folks sport them jauntily
To look all rock and rolled.

But I’m referring to the time
When dressed-up heads weren’t bare.
Not living then, I missed my shot
At being debonair!