Tilley, my Tilley (a love poem)

I went walking one afternoon down the streets
The “tips” and “taps” of raindrops hitting the ground as perfect beats
Flooding the roads and humble abodes
of those who would not venture out in the storm

Everywhere I looked I did not see men, women, or any other folk,
but only rose-petaled umbrellas and yellow flavored coats
All those figures huddled and crouched in the cold
They looked pathetic, should I be so bold

To me, all those people looked silly
For all I needed was my Tilley

That marvelous hat which sits like a crown
Upon all other hats I must look down
For no cap, visor, headband or beanie
Could ever compare to my wide-brimmed beauty

It keeps out the rain like the best kind of roof
Those nifty straps keep it from flying aloof
It floats like a boat
And blocks UVs with ease
The Tilley will stay with you for life,
And that’s a guarantee!

The Tilley wearer is one of taste, class, and suavity
The hat that can only be described as “persnickety”
For wherever in life I find myself at
All my heart truly needs is a hat


Add to FacebookAdd to DiggAdd to Del.icio.usAdd to StumbleuponAdd to RedditAdd to BlinklistAdd to TwitterAdd to TechnoratiAdd to Yahoo BuzzAdd to Newsvine


About thomasbwhite
Writing, Photography, Jamming, Violin-ing, Hiking, Musing, Reading, Learning, Sketching, Frisbee-ing, Rambling... just a few of my favorite things.

One Response to Tilley, my Tilley (a love poem)

  1. slpmartin says:

    Quite a witty poem…very pleasant to read.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: