Mycena Picta
I am the Cryptic Bonnet and I'm here
to generate confusion in my wake.
Your grandparents remember me and fear
their progeny will be the one I take.
Put on your thinking caps! the teachers scream;
that forward-thinking headgear will protect
the children when they think, perchance to dream,
wrapped tight around the ears. Parents collect
them at the school gates. Ears all toasty warm,
the tops of heads encased in softest wool,
their minds safeguarded, coming to no harm.
The parents nodding; their child is no fool.
One child remains, his hat not like the rest.
I'm tied around his head, his thoughts grotesque.
EM
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