The mad hatter

I read Red was dead.
That he had a hat,
For this and for that,
For all times of year,
For all places near,
And all people dear.
For every store, chore, door and drawer,
And much, much, much more.
He wore one every day,
Yes, That was his way.
But he had to pay
For his shamelessness
Having had just a hat
as all of his dress.