She stole ma hat
ma hat . was in the lounge with ma jacket
The jacket she dint take it, but
ma hat, she tukkit, clean
outa the place . she liked
ma hat . & went with it to the room & danced,
DANCED with it, wearin the hat she
DANCED!
she
danced, and dint expect I’d cum back ferit . ah did .
Pretended I hadn’t figured it out
talkin with her friend . I’d figured
she laiked ma hat .
Next mornin, nobuddy up, both of ’em sleepin late .
“Come in”
/
I did, & there it was,
ma hat
on the bed . She’d bigod
slept with ma hat!
—Paul Blackburn
THE SURROGATE.
December 11, 2002 by 1 Comment
I wanted to post a Blackburn poem just because he’s a favorite of mine, but when I ran across this one…. well, it was obviously fate.