THE MAN WITH THE PANAMA HAT


 

THE MAN WITH THE PANAMA HAT

 

 

 

He’s the man with the Panama hat

 

And he’s just about the coolest cat

 

I know, his 9 lives still intact

 

And as many wines still on the rack

 

 

 

He’s the man I like to call the ‘Don’

 

Who sits outside with his sunshades on

 

Looking like Ray Charles never gone

 

Surveying the backyard, his private kingdom

 

 

 

He’s the man with all the radio’s blaring

 

Leaving myself and my mum staring

 

At each other in disbelief, not a care in

 

His world when he knows how everyone’s fairing

 

 

 

He’s the man with no jacket on a cold day

 

Drives us demented, but such is his way

 

There’s only so long we can make him stay

 

Inside, before he sneaks out to play

 

 

 

He’s the man with the silver-laced tongue

 

A wit so droll and a heart so young

 

He’s my Father and I am his son

 

While he’s around, life’s a little more fun

 

 

 

Written by Ken Hume

 

Copyright June 2012Image


 

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3 thoughts on “THE MAN WITH THE PANAMA HAT

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      1. You are welcome, Ken. Independence (from various although attractive) influences & sincerity are the main privilege of poetry, I think

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