Pom Pom: My favourite hat !

Pom Pom: My favourite hat has a soul. With it am I old. The chauffeur and other older men begin to shout to me - they think that I am a deaf one or at least half-deaf. I am looking after the pure feelings, not the blended ones. So let´s see how is it going, maybe I must begin to spring after the new favourite. I begin to understand the english girls, the princesses with their grazy hats. Nobody is thinking that you are old when your hat is totally grazy one !