A re-post of a poem we posted last year, when we had just started and no one was following us. Requested by the ever supportive John Malone.
My Hat Collection Picking hats for my collection My choice has been meticulous I only wear them one at once Or I would look ridiculous. I'll start of with my baseball caps I've collected five of these Two were from sunny Australia Where shade can hit forty degrees. There's a cap from Canada's Bamf Embroidered with proud Maple Leaf Whilst one from our amis in France Has the Eiffel Tower motif. My golfing favourite was purchased At the British Open event Where Darren Clarke beat all the others In sunshine, at Sandwich, in Kent. So cheap is an old knotted hanky It's one that I almost forgot The sun can not get at my head If it's cloudy, I fill it with snot. A real Aussie bush hat from Perth Is just the sartorial ticket And a foldable one from Tasmania Perfect for watching the cricket. My fedora from M and S I sport with an elegant style And wearing my chequered flat cap I look like the Duke of Argyle. In winter the ear flaps come down When cold snow and hail starts to fall But my scary old balaclava I find is the warmest of all.