It's Hats For Bats!

So for H Pat Hatt and the cat will go once more into the land of the hat. Lots of hats there as we go all hat at Hatt's lair. Know which movie the title is from? Never drink Jobu's rum.


No need to worry about rain.Maybe blocking a traffic lane,But never ever rain.Your head may pop a vein.

 Need a drink?Not near a sink?Just use your hat.It's as simple as that.

Reach out and connect.The sun you can even deflect.Get radiation on your head.In a year, you'll be dead.

It's hula hoop time.For tiny people or a scary mime. Maybe horse shoes?May give the next one the blues.

All horse.Par for the course. Care for a ride?In and out with the tide.

Kermit is dead.Oh the dread.He may poop on her head.That's what I said.

Why I stick with chicken.Through turkey you'll be pickin.There will be hair in it.Unless one is bald a bit.

Umm err what is that? A fly swatter or door mat?I am just at a loss.Okay, not really, it's a carnival toss.

 A swan on your head.Must have got there in bed.Just like I already said,It's bound to crap on your head.

Who cares about your lungs?Forget the black tongues.Stick it in your ear.You have no need to hear.
And there we are a fashion show at my bar. Don't be afraid to mix and match. Heck, you could own the whole batch. I bet that would impress a lad or lass. Yeah, I am a sarcastic little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.