LOST HAT
Oh when my hat, my darling
You've left me here alone I'll walk the streets of Glasgow Which once seemed all our own. The vast suburban parks, Together we have found The ones which smelt of dog shit The ones in litter drowned, I'll use them now for moping in, And not for looking round. No more the Oran Mor Shall find us in its seats Nor by the fire in Cottiers From where we’d send our tweets Or queuing at The Maggie To ingest some suspect meats. I will not go to Kelvingrove The Scottish Colourists to see Nor cross the crowded Byers Road To the Tinderbox for tea For these and all the other things Were part of you and me. I love you, oh my hat, And now the thing I dread Is why since you have left me I've somehow still a head. |