Sunday, November 4, 2012

Hunting for Hats

This Sacred Sunday we'll celebrate with buying my honey a hat;
Skin cancer has kept us in the dark so long, I feel like a bat.
I really do like his face, as I like the rest of him,
But he won't hold together long if they carve off all his skin.

A hat with a very large brim to protect his ears and neck
He draws the line at the desert sun curtain in the back.

To Sunrise on Second for breakfast; out the door we'll waddle.
Then off we'll go to Bass Outdoors, they have plenty of models.

Perhaps take in a movie; we've heard Cloud Atlas is a winner.
By the time the movie's over, we may go out to dinner.
I have him to myself two days a week; I must make the most of them.
I sustain myself for the rest of the week on memories made with him.