The black polo

Gifted by my uncle
the black polo sits
in my wardrobe in a bundle
too small to fit.
It is as black as the creeping midnight
but as soft as the beaches calm, slow breeze
it is a panther with a tinge of white
now its attacks of tightness makes me wheeze
all of my male cousins have the same one
can you wear me? It calls out when i look
as it is small this deed cannot be done
unless i shrink to the size of a hook
until then it will camp in my wardrobe
thinking of finding a new owners place:
often as i walk past it, it stares in loathe
but i check just in case it goes to waste
as it means alot and is important
if it wasn't you wouldn't hear of it.