Not everyone looks good in hats. You’ve got your truck drivers, who really need that baseball cap to complete their look. Cowboys are classics, but only if they’ve got their hats.
Jessica
behind the hats
she stood
watching, and waiting
for a moment to speak
to you
it had been months
since their eyes had met
but she knew
she just knew
this was something she had to do
but she just stood there
watching, waiting
behind the hats of your store
Cloth for head. Rather like food for thought. A fashion statement or atrocity? Yet to be determined.
Serena Karraker
hats are awesome, they come in many colors shapes and sizes they describe about how we are personnaly and how we are mentally. they are very awesome. hats can make us happy and show how we are outside of our own towns . describes where we live.
kat
Flowered or sports’ related statement upon heads. Objects that protect us from sun, rain, and embarrassment from baldness.
Serena Karraker
Hats used to be my thing. I collected them. I wore them. She burned them. All. I’ve always heard hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. I learned just how painful cliches can be when they show up in real life and a lifetime, $200k hat collection is lost.
Because of my fashion choice, my foot high mohawk, I cannot wear hats. Which is perfectly okay with me because according to everyone I know, chicks with mohawks are badass. Not to mention I’m sure it’s the reason I got my job at the comic book store. Awesome. Hats are bullshit, I don’t need you hats. Eff you. You suck hats.
Becca
The hat sat on a shack, it was quite nice hat, but it lacked a bit of smack. So I came across this hat and put it atop my head, then I said “Well with this hat I thee wed, my self to my security.” and Left.
Georgia Sprinkle
i really hate hats, they never fit on my head because of my curly hair, i swear to god the hatters of the world are headist, they only make hats for people with small heads and thin straight hair.
leah linton
My hats are the best, I have all sorts of them. they protect me. I feel safe under them, it’s my own little world in there.
Todor
Hats. I thought of sleek black and dark green and maroon berets, stacked up in the eaves of a dusty shop. Velvet hats, or suede, with neat berries around the rims. I’m sorry if this is unrealistic, I haven’t had much experience with hats.
fisheye
Hats you say,
I’ve got plenty,
more than enough for each of my alters,
though they protest,
that I know not what they like,
Really, I suppose,
thinking to myself,
shouldn’t I know what I and I and I like,
yes I think,
my hats,
of every stripe and colour,
hats,
that make me smile…
warm
protection
helpful
head
hat
fashionable
smart
cover
George Washington
I dont like hats. they annoy me. some of them are really obnoxious looking, and they just aren’t very likable. occasionally i like a cap with a cool design, but not usually. I especially hate Fedoras.
Graeme Leaf
Hats can tell about a person. If he or she is a sports enthusiast, he or she will wear a baseball cap. If he or she is practical, he or she will wear a water-resistant one.
Snorri
I don’t like most hats… I like smirf aka snow globe, and yankee hats… which are the only hats that I wear. I got a red yankees hat over the summer
Auden
Hates come in all different sizes and shapes. My favorite type of hat is my winter hat that is very comfortable and keeps me warm during the winter.
Cameron
hats are what you wear i like those hats you wear when u ski they keep you warm when it is could and i like them to b black, also when they fit snug on u HEAD :]
linzey
When I was young I always admired my grandmother’s hats. She had every type of hat… straw hats, bowler hats, baseball caps… everything. I was always envious of her fabulous hats.
Marina
Pokemon trainer ash has one of the coolest hats in the world. If i had his hat (which I do) I would show it of to everybody while playing pokemon red version on the gameboy color
Nolen Scruggs
There once was a lady named Pat, and she had a million hats. Red ones, green ones, blue and gold. She had so many, new and old.
His black page boy cap was the staple of his wardrobe, and oh, how I ended up loving that hat. The way it rested slightly above his eyes, his hair sticking out slightly beneath it. And the clever mischievous smile.
I once had many hats. They all had names and could talk. My baseball hat would say things like, “baseball rocks.” My top hat would say things like the Gettysburg Address. My winter hats were the best because they were generally the quietest.
I wear too many hats during the course of the day. I have to be too many things to people. Loving wife. But also housekeeper, chef, alarm clock, and all around Jeeves. There are also the hats I wear for ME: artist, writer… loner.
Sometimes I feel like removing ALL the hats and just running free with my hair streaming behind me.
The old oak tree on Wrangler’s Hill had worn many hats throughout its long and auspicious life. It had been a fort, a hideout for pirates, a home to lovers’ trysts, and Madison Grove’s mascot. It had survived droughts, storms, hurricanes, just about anything mother nature had thrown at it. Until today.
Izolda
Hüte kommen mir nicht in die Tüte. Ich sehe damit ziemlich schlimm aus. Finde ich. Ungewohnt irgendwie. Mit den meisten jedenfalls. Da ist was auf meinem Koppe, da wo ich nicht hingucken kann. Die anderen sehen es. Ich seh es nicht. Es ist an mir. Die anderen sehen sowieso viel mehr an mir als ich.
Not everyone looks good in hats. You’ve got your truck drivers, who really need that baseball cap to complete their look. Cowboys are classics, but only if they’ve got their hats.
behind the hats
she stood
watching, and waiting
for a moment to speak
to you
it had been months
since their eyes had met
but she knew
she just knew
this was something she had to do
but she just stood there
watching, waiting
behind the hats of your store
there’s so much more in-store.
Cloth for head. Rather like food for thought. A fashion statement or atrocity? Yet to be determined.
hats are awesome, they come in many colors shapes and sizes they describe about how we are personnaly and how we are mentally. they are very awesome. hats can make us happy and show how we are outside of our own towns . describes where we live.
Flowered or sports’ related statement upon heads. Objects that protect us from sun, rain, and embarrassment from baldness.
Hats used to be my thing. I collected them. I wore them. She burned them. All. I’ve always heard hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. I learned just how painful cliches can be when they show up in real life and a lifetime, $200k hat collection is lost.
off to you. you’re awesome. on top. heads above the rest. where can i put my feather?
Because of my fashion choice, my foot high mohawk, I cannot wear hats. Which is perfectly okay with me because according to everyone I know, chicks with mohawks are badass. Not to mention I’m sure it’s the reason I got my job at the comic book store. Awesome. Hats are bullshit, I don’t need you hats. Eff you. You suck hats.
The hat sat on a shack, it was quite nice hat, but it lacked a bit of smack. So I came across this hat and put it atop my head, then I said “Well with this hat I thee wed, my self to my security.” and Left.
i really hate hats, they never fit on my head because of my curly hair, i swear to god the hatters of the world are headist, they only make hats for people with small heads and thin straight hair.
My hats are the best, I have all sorts of them. they protect me. I feel safe under them, it’s my own little world in there.
Hats. I thought of sleek black and dark green and maroon berets, stacked up in the eaves of a dusty shop. Velvet hats, or suede, with neat berries around the rims. I’m sorry if this is unrealistic, I haven’t had much experience with hats.
Hats you say,
I’ve got plenty,
more than enough for each of my alters,
though they protest,
that I know not what they like,
Really, I suppose,
thinking to myself,
shouldn’t I know what I and I and I like,
yes I think,
my hats,
of every stripe and colour,
hats,
that make me smile…
warm
protection
helpful
head
hat
fashionable
smart
cover
I dont like hats. they annoy me. some of them are really obnoxious looking, and they just aren’t very likable. occasionally i like a cap with a cool design, but not usually. I especially hate Fedoras.
Hats can tell about a person. If he or she is a sports enthusiast, he or she will wear a baseball cap. If he or she is practical, he or she will wear a water-resistant one.
I don’t like most hats… I like smirf aka snow globe, and yankee hats… which are the only hats that I wear. I got a red yankees hat over the summer
Hates come in all different sizes and shapes. My favorite type of hat is my winter hat that is very comfortable and keeps me warm during the winter.
hats are what you wear i like those hats you wear when u ski they keep you warm when it is could and i like them to b black, also when they fit snug on u HEAD :]
When I was young I always admired my grandmother’s hats. She had every type of hat… straw hats, bowler hats, baseball caps… everything. I was always envious of her fabulous hats.
Pokemon trainer ash has one of the coolest hats in the world. If i had his hat (which I do) I would show it of to everybody while playing pokemon red version on the gameboy color
There once was a lady named Pat, and she had a million hats. Red ones, green ones, blue and gold. She had so many, new and old.
She took off her hat and sat down. The man sitting opposite her leaned forward and handed her a file. It was her next assignment.
my father dumped his bowler on the hook, her coat on a hanger and its leash in a soggy pile below them all
His black page boy cap was the staple of his wardrobe, and oh, how I ended up loving that hat. The way it rested slightly above his eyes, his hair sticking out slightly beneath it. And the clever mischievous smile.
I don’t have a hat
but I do have a cat
It sits on the mat
and its quite fat
it once ate a gnat
and also caught a rat
Hats are for different jobs.
Hats
I once had many hats. They all had names and could talk. My baseball hat would say things like, “baseball rocks.” My top hat would say things like the Gettysburg Address. My winter hats were the best because they were generally the quietest.
Different hats have different jobs. Black hats for bad guys and white hats for good guys. Hats can also mean someone is sick.
I wear too many hats during the course of the day. I have to be too many things to people. Loving wife. But also housekeeper, chef, alarm clock, and all around Jeeves. There are also the hats I wear for ME: artist, writer… loner.
Sometimes I feel like removing ALL the hats and just running free with my hair streaming behind me.
The old oak tree on Wrangler’s Hill had worn many hats throughout its long and auspicious life. It had been a fort, a hideout for pirates, a home to lovers’ trysts, and Madison Grove’s mascot. It had survived droughts, storms, hurricanes, just about anything mother nature had thrown at it. Until today.
Hüte kommen mir nicht in die Tüte. Ich sehe damit ziemlich schlimm aus. Finde ich. Ungewohnt irgendwie. Mit den meisten jedenfalls. Da ist was auf meinem Koppe, da wo ich nicht hingucken kann. Die anderen sehen es. Ich seh es nicht. Es ist an mir. Die anderen sehen sowieso viel mehr an mir als ich.
Hats are nice. They are green and pink. My dad wears a hat. mm