"My Hat"

Make no mistake what the top’s about
   Enduring sign aloft my dome,
       Since a Windsor I could tie,
          Colorful round my neck,
             ‘til noggin ‘neath comes white and hoary.

Sure ‘tis a thing my wife’ll flout,
   Yet where it’s hung, there is the home,
       Be assured, when I do die
          Unblocked and soiled and flecked,
              I’ll turn it in for a crown of glory.

-jonathan thomas swift