The Story of a Hat

I once owned a pretty hat Flowers and buds formed a garland around People said it looked like a mat I locked it in so it couldn’t be found Then after a year I tried to match it on a gown When located it was damp and musty Smelled like stale bread a month old The flowers looked limp and dusty I tried to straighten it and open its fold Alas inside lived a colony of termites, behold