It had never been stylish
And it never would have been
But a marshmallow sombrero
Was the greatest invention to him
How he’d strut down the boardwalk
Through the cool night’s air
Gently nodding his head
At each shocked, staring bear
When the weather turned warmer
The sombrero he refused to remove
Even as it melted down his face
And he suffocated in the goo
