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Warning
by Jenny Joseph
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red
hat that doesn't go and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals
and say we've no money for butter.**
"Ode to the Red Hat Society"
by Sue Ellen Cooper
The Exalted Queen Mother
A poet put it very well. She said
when she was older,
She wouldn't be so meek and mild. She threatened to get bolder.
She'd put a red hat on her head,
and purple on her shoulder.
She'd make her life a warmer place, her golden years much golder.
We read that poem,
all of us, and grasped what she is saying.
We do not need to sit and knit, although we all are graying.
We think about
what we can do. Our plans we have been laying.
Instead of working all the time, we'll be out somewhere playing.
We
take her colors to our hearts, and then we all go shopping
For purples clothes and hats of red, with giant brims a-flopping.
We're tired of working all the time, and staying home and mopping.
We order pies and chocolate fudge, and rich desserts
with topping.
We crown ourselves as duchesses and countesses and queens.
We prove that playing dress-up isn't
just for Halloween.
We drape ourselves in jewels, feathers, boas, and sateen.
We see ourselves on television and in
magazines.
We laugh, we cry, we hug a lot. We keep each other strong.
When one of us goes out for fun, the rest
all go along.
We gad about, we lunch and munch, in one big happy throng.
We've found the place where we fit in, the
place we all belong.
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