What is that perched upon the curls
That blocks the view of most,
Adorns the heads of royalty
Of which they often boast?
Enormous froufrous, feathers wide,
That almost block the entry,
Displays so colorful, so brash,
That's seen among the gentry.
A contest must have been announced
Thus light'ning the solemn hall,
Distracting those amidst the pomp
To captivate, enthrall.
The color palette thus embraced
Bright'ning the dim, dank church,
A rainbow of such vast array
On heads so proudly perched.
Netting, lace, fun festive flow'rs
Adorn the heads of most,
Arrayed upon each perfect coif...
Society's grand toast.
A choice buffet of taste and class
That ranks the high and mighty,
One wouldn't find the smallest curl
That was the least untidy.
But when the party's over,
Appendages go home,
Where do they store gigantic hats...
In some vast catacomb?
Hats off to British patriots
Who lavishly portray
A gift for such festivity
Each royal wedding day.
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