kidnr-fbhtr-weylb-redhatlady72.jpgI’m walking down the street
in my pumps and my heels
with my red hat all the
fellas wanna kill

One fella said
Oh, she’s fine
The other fella said
I wish she was mine

I walk to the bus stop
All the ladies say,
I wonder what’s her secret?
What’s her secret?
What’s her secret?

I say
You really wanna know?
You really wanna know?

They say
Yes, yes what’s your secret?

I’m just the red hat lady,
I’m just the red hat lady,
I’m just the red hat lady.

by Sharde, age 12

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  1. Ms. Betty

    Well I have another poem for you all that is just a bit different! Loved that first one too- enjoy!


    When I am an old woman I shall wear purple,
    with a red hat which 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.
    I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired
    and gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells.
    And run my stick along the public railings
    and make up for the sobriety of my youth.
    I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
    and pick the flowers in other people’s gardens . . .

    But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
    So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
    when suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

    ||Adapted from a poem byJenny Joseph||


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