I remember when I poked fun at your pink knit hat.
It was situated on the dome of your blond bombshell like head
A huge pink flower was protruding from the side.

I sat hugging my knees on the static filled slide while you-
rocked back and forth

Your feet kissing sky and woodchips.
You scolded me
For my lack of fashion sense and harsh words

I deserved it- maybe.
But that hat was ridiculous.