Ode to my absent hoodie

It’s not like I am having an affair, but

I am sorry.

My other hoodie is in Wales.

I know it's hot now, but this is Britain.

I am sorry

but I bought another hoodie.

You are irreplaceable, we both know.

Like Les Dawson—but less grabby

(although you did replace my lost hoodie).

I hope you will get on: will mustard and orange clash?

I will probably see you less now.

Now there are two of you.

I don't like you any less.

It's just that you are in Wales.

So sorry.

I have another hoodie.