Anyone for Menace?
Oh! Den,
has there ever been
a bouffant with more oomph
than the one you wore
six years afore
on Final Score?
I simply adored it:
shiny, sleek and sweeping.
Black as La Brea Tar Pits.
Like a snippet from the Seventies -
the smart barnet
of an off-duty Borders policeman,
readied for the Round Table.
Monsignor Allan Ross, sporting Blue Stratos.
Camembert, Lambrusco and Black Forest gâteau.
Never seen before or since.
Tell me, where did it go?
To a rest home
for the retired wigs
of retired footballers?
Or does it lurk
in some murky corner
of the Millwall Hall of Shame,
in a shrine to the dark side
of the beautiful game?
B.R. 27/01/2021
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