It was HER fault

Sitting on a chair, with half a glass

Damn(ed), straight, in the middle of the class

Where sat beside me was my hat

And in the seat, was my bag

Beyond it all, a fiery lass

with a face full and freckled

The sight of which, it made me laugh

She asked:

"A whole seat for just a hat?"

"But of course!" (Reply)

Where logic was the hive

"My hat, of course, being a good guy

Lets the sit and lye"

She replied:

"Why, is your hat alive?"

Both my eyes, were wide!

"But of course!"

Then came the following diatribe:

(It was her own fault for asking)

"Many experiences betwixt this hat and me

I the Lord, and he my Queen

Halo sung, of sweet Mary

In is a chamber and a door

A whirling world, wailing west"

No reason did she seem to spy

So my hat said this, a lie:

"

I am the universe

From outside me I see only sorrow

Turn around and all I see is joy

Turn again and I see Love

Again: Hate

Again : Fate

Turning, turning, till ends the aeon

"

Looking back, you say...

"You have changed"

But of course!

My Brother,

I am a saint