The hat, vanished, tossed into the celestial hat box
Once a creator of character, now piled high on an altar of anonymity
Naked head, naked truth; hatless and hapless.
Hat trick, three hats in a taxi, hats off to you driver.
Times have been different.
A feather in your hat?
Hat tip, typically, tip collector
Sunshade keeper of cool and heartfelt radiator of warmth
Wisdom applies but never practised: hold on tight to your hat
Mock me not with stab to the heart, twisting knife
Blood wiped on the sleeve of the conscience
Bury my bones six feet deep.
Watch my grave until the letters fade.