His pals

His pals don’t need much, ya see.
They wear snappy hats. Elbow each other
at the sight of something, hey!
Hey look at that snappy hat!
All they want is a patch of dirt
to trash. To take off their hats.
To scrum.
They’ve got cleats, ya see. Underneath
them fancy pants. And
cleats
beget
traction.