I sat through the whole football match shivering
Because I could not get a woolly hat.
I had my gloves, my coat and everything
But nothing where it mattered, and that’s that.
To keep the heat in when you’re outside sat
In January as the darkness grows
You need your head covered with woollen mat
Or else you’ll soon find out that you have froze.
Our smoking dragon’s breath called as it rose
Up to the cloudy skies for head cover
Which was in use around us in those rows
Where they hoped Northampton could recover.
At least my son had a hood - why, of course -
But I was woolly hatless and full of remorse.
Sun 28 Jan 2007
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