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Broch an’ Roll

HUGH MORRIS

Tuesday, January 7th, 2014

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 In Scotland’s north-east
You’ll find wee Lonmay,
Not many folk go there,
(Or so wise men say)…
But just up the road
Is Fraserburgh town,
And guess who you see
At the local team’s ground?

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 All by himself
In the stand on a seat,
Striped scarf around neck,
Blue suede shoes on his feet…
Hat upon head
And a heavy grey beard,
A few people think
He almost looks weird.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 “Come on ‘The Broch’!”
You’ll hear him sing out,
In deep melodious voice,
(Not really a shout)…
Should Fraserburgh score
He will celebrate,
Get his legs all shook up,
And even gyrate.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 When the game’s over
He leaves all alone,
But has a hound dog
Waiting at home…
I wonder if he’ll always
Live at Lonmay,
Or will the King
Return to splendour one day?

© Hugh Morris 7 January 2014

Notes

Elvis… Happy 79th Birthday on 8 January, 2014. Your true fans know you are not dead and that you have been living in seclusion for many years near the Presley ancestral home at Lonmay in bonnie Scotland. (We know this through selective reading on the Internet.) And keep on supporting Fraserburgh (‘The Broch’) in the Highland League! Best wishes from all of us.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/broch-an-roll/