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Trilby Lady.

There she sat,

Sat in an armchair

Drinking her coffee,

Reading her paper,

Nothing strange in that,

Delightful to see.

But what was strange

Was her hat,

It was a black trilby

Sat on her blonde hair,

It was strange to me,

To see her sitting there like that,

Wearing this unlikely hat,

Which strangely suited her.