John Carter Brown
In Praise Of Bob-Caps - Poem by John Carter Brown
Today I have banished my bob-cap
To a hook, in the room 'neath the stair;
It's been a good friend all the winter,
But now it's not needed to wear.
It's kept my head warm in the cold spell,
I've loved it to bits, so it's time
To speak out the praises of bob-caps, and,
I may as well do it in rhyme.
Oh that woollen black shield and protector,
What comfort it's been to my brain
As I've fought 'gainst the wind and the weather,
On my walks o'er the fields, in the rain.
No other will do quite as well as
This marvellous insulant cap;
It doesn't depend upon buttons,
Or laces, nor needs it a strap.
It's perfectly formed for the cranium
With a classic turn-up all around;
Yes, for me it's the ultimate head-wear,
It's the best one that I've ever found.
But there's nothing so plain as a bob-cap,
It's an out and out working man's top;
A snuggingly fitted head covering
That keeps the draughts out of your mop.
But there is an odd fact about bob-caps
Whether worn by the toffs or the yobs:
They've recently renamed them 'Beanies'
Because bob-caps don't always have bobs.
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