My God! My Bowler!

Good God Almighty! My dear wife Cath

Caught the disaster from the garden path

The flamin’ dog’s eaten my darling hat!

Distinguished bowler’s torn to shreds

That earlier perched on illustrious heads.

Savaged by our dreamy English setter

Incapable of making the damn’ thing better

The bowler’s exquisite and forbidding crown

Is deep in the dog in digested pieces

Hot tears coursing my face’s creases.

Amid the shock of the hat’s demise

My grief, my anger and my deep surprise

I thought I saw the comic side of things

The bowler shredded and an abject wreck

A tearful laugh, oh what the heck!