You know me well, and I know you.
You have worn me through and through.
I hang next to you in episodes
and I’m a regular member of your washing loads.
We have been friends for many years.
I’m used to covering some of your very worst fears.
You can see through me in certain parts;
sometimes you use me only in fits and starts.
To be fair, I think I know you only too well,
how well that is, only you and I can tell.
I’m not really a garment, but I see you frown.
Who can this be if not my dressing gown?
Well, I’ll tell you who I really am.
I’m your love, your slave, your Porthcawl man.
I’m slung for ever on your brass coat hook
and if you have any doubts, just take a look!