document.write("Unfunny uncles who insist<br />in trying on a lady\\\'s hat,<br />--oh, even if the joke falls flat,<br />we share your slight transvestite twist<br /><br />in spite of our embarrassment.<br />Costume and custom are complex.<br />The headgear of the other sex<br />inspires us to experiment.<br /><br />Anandrous aunts, who, at the beach<br />with paper plates upon your laps,<br />keep putting on the yachtsmen\\\'s caps<br />with exhibitionistic screech,<br /><br />the visors hanging o\\\'er the ear<br />so that the golden anchors drag,<br />--the tides of fashion never lag.<br />Such caps may not be worn next year.<br /><br />Or you who don the paper plate<br />itself, and put some grapes upon it,<br />or sport the Indian\\\'s feather bonnet,<br />--perversities may aggravate<br /><br />the natural madness of the hatter.<br />And if the opera hats collapse<br />and crowns grow draughty, then, perhaps,<br />he thinks what might a miter matter?<br /><br />Unfunny uncle, you who wore a<br />hat too big, or one too many,<br />tell us, can\\\'t you, are there any<br />stars inside your black fedora?<br /><br />Aunt exemplary and slim,<br />with avernal eyes, we wonder<br />what slow changes they see under<br />their vast, shady, turned-down brim.");