Wedding Fury...

At a wedding an old man sits off to the side,
Grinning and beaming with apparent pride.
An uncle or grandpa, came on the last flight,
Unaccustomed to any sort of true Yiddishkeit.

But wait! What is that that he's wearing,
That someone gave him without even caring.
A beanie, a kipa perched atop his bald head,
So that he'd fit in wherever he tread.
Does nobody notice, doesn't anyone see?
That thing sitting up there looks like a tepee!
Is no one bothered that it's kind of cruel,
To make the old man look like a big fool.
Why didn't they give him velvet or suede,
Instead of white fabric with edging that's frayed.
Nobody even gave him a chance,
To blend in with the crowd when it came time to dance.

Would it be so hard to go out and shop,
For something that would make him look normal on top?