Top Hat & Tails Poem by Mark Heathcote

My mother & father fought day & night
but they made a hat with cardboard & glue
they measured my head & was erudite
this accomplishment, of their love, shone through.

To me, who'd more than just a few doubts?
I slept right through it all and then went to school
the very next day, Hat on, they recount
my hat-had-won the show; yes, this was cool.

'Oddest-thing-is' I don't recall wearing it.
I don't recall going to school at all
all I remember is seeing the skip-
& joy in their proud hearts, still so enthral.

As they recapped the story late one night
describing how they saved their silver foil.
A '40 a day habit', I guess they'd to light,
buy more packs, hadn't they heard-of tinfoil.