He’s a square-jawed classic hero—
Chiseled features, classic tan,
And he whips up on the bad guys.
He’s the star—Fedora Man!
Silhouetted ‘gainst the sunset
He stands tall while others cringe,
While the villain snarls and mutters,
Contemplating his revenge.
After many flashy fight scenes
Sir Fedora saves the day…
Then he smiles towards the ladies,
Taps his brim, and walks away.
How the fellows long to be him!
How the ladies fawn and swoon!
How the movie makers love him!
He’ll be back again… and soon!
Meanwhile, stores can’t keep fedoras
On the shelves. Investors grin;
Normal guys would pay a fortune
Just to be Fedora Men.
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