Circus
Some kids from Barnsley came round
with their geography teacher
to point and gaze in wonderment
and pity the decaying, failed estate.
“A lack of planning,” he explained,
chest puffed and all-knowing.
“A social experiment,” forgetting that
he was being watched. Not by
the Pinhead or the Bearded Lady
but he kids on the walkways
who took offense and threw
potatoes at them – playing to type
for a terrified audience.
“Who were they to judge?
It’s not like they’re
from Harrogate or York!
Barnsley! And they’re
looking down on us!”
The teacher screamed
for his class to run
having learned
an important lesson.
You don’t poke a tiger
and expect it not to bite.
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