Last Game of the Season Frock

A myriad of colours adorn my bedroom floor

I’ve lost all sense of purpose and I cannae shut the door

The wardrobe has been emptied of all things long and short

Woolly jumpers, scarves and gloves no longer in my thoughts

There’s aff the shoulder, halter necks and buttons up the back

Stripes and flooors and polka dots, in pink and white and black

There’s buttons, ties plus hooks and eyes on a tartan bodice too

I cannae get a zip to work and I’m burstin’ for the loo

It’s become a wee tradition in my Rose Street oer the years

To make masel presentable on special days ye see

No thoughts of hair or makeup until I glance up at the clock

It’s half past one and I’ve just squeezed into my last-game-of-the-season frock!