Doubts ...

Passing by a shattered cottage,

I came across a woman of age,

With pearly eyes and blushy cheeks,

She waved and halted me in haste.

I went to see her matter,

She had trouble with the hatter.

Who, giving her a holey hat,

Had taken all month's bread 'n' butter.

Shocked and puzzled, I asked,

Was she such a clown unmasked,

That gave such huge cash,

For a hat, rugged hard.

She ensured she acted on purpose,

He'd promised the hat was on curse,

That its wearer would forget his lover,

So, she got it in her purse.

And put it over her man's head,

Hoping he'll forget that Lily he loved.

But oh! He instead forgot her

And even that they were married!