64518: A Dedication Of Three Hats

This round hat I devote to Mars,
Tough steel with leather lined.
My skin's my own, redeemed by scars
From further still more futile wars
The God may have in mind.
Minerva takes my square of black
Well-tasselled with the same;
Her dullest nurselings never lack
With hoods of scarlet at their back
And letters to their name.
But this third hat, this foolscap sheet,
(For there's a strength in three)
Unblemished, conical and neat
I hang up here without deceit
To kind Euphrosyne.
Goddess, accept with smiles or tears
This gift of a gross fool
Who having sweated in death fears
With wounds and cramps for three long years
Limped back, and sat for school.