Ode To Nepali Cap

03Apr07

Cocked at a jaunty tilt

to display one’s brazen style,

The humble Nepali cap

remains fixed all the while

to old mens’ scalps

and young boys’ heads,

From morning yawns

to night-time beds,

All living lads

and buried dead.

Found down busy, urban streets

and in between the rural crops,

It’s fashioned on the cheery type

well know in fast-food shops!

Of lurid pink

like bubblegum pop,

Or sick’ning brown

like gone off yop,

A butchers lid,

a sailors top,

perched precariously

upon ones mop.

But please don’t laugh!

Fight urge to mock!

this mighty crown

above the frock,

To beat the sun

and cold wind slap

Nothing beats

The Nepali Cap!

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