Nov 132013
 
Wear again, and gaily wear, O
Unchaperoned, the cap of constant love;
Fish it out with dirty fingers--
The dusty cap
That flaps in your back pocket.
 
Dear duffer, drabbling
In Tuesday's mauve-mangled dusk,
Fatly fit upon your itchy bean, your patchy pate,
The forgotten cap 
Young nights extruded in memorable grass.
 
Be it papier-mache or toilet tissue,
Beribboned bonnet, or low sombrero,
Let its ostrich feathers fan the fickle
Naysayers' intrusive noses.  
Fa-la.
 
Wear such lapsed cap, such crumpled crown
Gaily atilt,
Or straighten its ancient injured bill--
But let, oh let, your mauve brain be haloed
Constantly, constantly by love.

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