Fate, like a monstrous pigeon,
Soars high above our heads,
Takes careful aim,
Waits and waits for the perfect moment
To unleash its horrid liquid bombs;
And all too late we realise
Why people wore hats in the '50s.
The question that's always plagued me is, why did they ever stop? Some people lay the blame at JFK's door - he was, was he not, the first hatless US President? But I don't want to get into that conspiracy theory.....
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