Poems And The Occasional Joke

The Hatman

In my town there lived Mr. Magot who is strange,
he walks around the plaza asking for change,
he had a different colored hat for each day,
for as long as I lived he's been that way,

One day I decided to ask him about that,
why he wears different colors of hats,
Since I was talking to a stranger I was feeling very nervous,
but that just made me even more curious,

He was wearing red today so I asked about that,
"Mr. Magot, why are you wearing a hat the color of blood?",
"To warn the kids about the dangers of floods.",
He smiled and gave my head a pat,

I asked, " Where do you get your hats of colors?",
" Where the rivers glitter, a perfect place for lovers",
I gagged at him and he just grinned,
Which made me think that I'm his friend,

The next day he was wearing orange so I asked about that,
"Mr. Magot, why are you wearing the color of fruit?",
" To remind the children never to steal or loot.",
I grinned, thinking of my sneaky cat,

A day later, he was wearing yellow so I asked about that,
"Mr. Magot, why are you wearing the color of the sun?",
"To remind the kids of strangers we protect them from."
It made me remember the strange man who once tried to sell us a bat,

The next day he was wearing green so I asked about that,
"Mr. Magot, why are you wearing the color of grass?"
"To remind the adults of sick children, little lass."
Then I wondered where my dog Zero was at,

The next day he was wearing blue so I asked about that,
"Mr. Magot, why are you wearing the color of the sky?",
"To encourage the kids dreams to fly.",
For some reason his answer made me glad that I wasn't an annoying brat,

On Sunday he wore a hat of white,
I didn't think that wearing a hat in church was alright,
I never did say anything,
But I was worried about what trouble he would bring,

I waited for him afterwards because I was curious,
But I saw that the pastor was talking to him and was furious,
He was talking real fast like he was in a rush,
He was red in the face and looked a little flushed,

"Theodore, why do you wear a hat?,
Even into church like that?",
the pastor said with a snap,
He didn't notice that his foot was starting to impatiently tap,

But Mr. Magot just gave him a lopsided grin,
From which he must've kept from when he was a kid,
He took his hat and placed it over his heart,
And said "Forgive me Max, but we must part.",

With that he walked towards me where I was waiting,
I looked at the pastor who looked shocked and was slightly panting,
I grinned up at my funniest friend,
And he said, "Come, dear Charlie, we have some rules to bend,"

We never broke any rules that day,
All we did was talk and play,
We pretended that we were pirates with treasure to find,
He told me about his life and I told him about mine,

Then I noticed that he was wearing a swirly designed tie,
"Why are you wearing a tie of swirls?",
"Its my friends birthday today and he doesn't lie.",
He rubbed my messy head of curls,

It's been many years since I've grown old,
His friendship to me was purer than gold,
I've left many miles away from that town,
Where the strangest and oddest people could be found,

But I did go back to that odd town,
I walked up to Mr. Magot's door and began to pound,
I gave up and began to leave that house,
When the door opened revealing a man holding a baby mouse,

The man said, "Who are you lad?",
"Charlie, sir." I said,
"Come, follow me." the man said with a grin,
I was of course curious so I followed him in,