Tonight's Poet Corner: Mushroom Hat

Mushroom Hat

Dear Papa wore a mushroom hat
and a cinnamon coat
with an orange
cravat, and he
walked with my mother down
Portobello Road
for a tea and scone
all chocolate chip
toned.

Now the vendors all loved him
'cause he bought pocket
watches and leather
journals bound with
merchant love and comfort,
eating crepes by the dozen
and leaving just a bit of change
for the
strangers to enjoy on their way back
home.

And whenever he came back
from his Sunday trip,
he would give me a treat
from a little boy's stand
where he sold tiny fruits
you could eat in one bite
and I adored them,

picking them out
one by one
out of Papa's mushroom hat.