[The second entry of April 2016's A-to-Z Blogging Challenge]
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Here's a little story
I hope it interests you
It's a story of man, named
Mister Bartholomew
He loved to wear his hat
On his head slightly askew
Nobody cared enough to ask
"But why, Bartholomew?"
He was not popular
Friends he had a few
And even his "friends" spoke badly of
Our guy Bartholomew
On Sundays, he goes to church
And sits on a wooden pew
Nobody else sits next to him
Lonely Bartholomew
There was something wrong with him
And everyone quite knew
Everybody knows his flaw...
Except Bartholomew
It wasn't long before
Bart himself withdrew
From society and its standards
Sigh, sad Bartholomew
He packed his bags and left
Lifted his crooked hat, bade adieu
To the town that so cruelly shunned
Mister Bartholomew