I will put in the top hat

The smell of the freshest cinnamon,
Water from the nozzle of a deodorant can,
A tip of a towel tiredly hanging off the door.

I will put in the top hat

A screwdriver with a starving stomach
A quarter of the salt from Dead Sea,
A jumping spark from an electric eel.

I will put in the top hat

Three stupid wishes spoken in Irish
The last joke of an ancient grandad
And the first love of a baby

I will put in the top hat

A fifth season and a blue sun
A vampire on a tiger
And a snowman on a broomstick

My top hat is fashioned from fire, allium and titanium
With bows on the side and secrets around the rim
Its lace is made from the scales of the biggest crocodile

I shall skate in my top hat
In the greatest skate park ever
Then fall over on a yellow beach
The beautiful colour of the sun.