Bulldog Jumper

It's the master of my cupboard, it shows the doggies
Its dark blue coat show its true colours
It was sent up from Melbourne, in a dark and musty suitcase
that still smelt like the new Mercedes it was in,
just moments before lift off.
The red and white collar strangles me now,
The white bulldog makes me feel like an AFL superstar,
Every time my eyes rest on its vibrant colours,
the victorious song goes through my head:
Sons of the west, red white and blue, we come out snarling
Bulldogs through and through

The size zero price tag makes me remember
how old this item I treasure is. 10 years, maybe more
Its vivid red is like a screeching alarm,
after a vault is broken, revealing treasure, just like mine.