First of all, I’m not waiting until I’m old to wear purple. I wear it all the time. But I guess the point of the poem is that the old lady wants to wear purple with a red hat because suppsedly it doesn’t go together. So why does she have to wait until she is old?
Second of all, I don’t want to wear a red hat. I don’t want to wear a hat at all.
So fie on you, Red Hat Society! I hope that, when I am old (in about 100 years), the whole red hat thing is completely played. I’m not doin’ it!!! It is not funny; it is not cute. I am sick of it! I am sick of the little red hat things in gift shops! I am sick of going to restaurants and seeing a bunch of ladies in red hats!