Stockhill Circus. Poem by T'' Webbo

Stockhill circus round the bend,
Up and down, they set a trend.
Gangs are lurking corner to corner,
Take a glance now that’s an order!
It doesn’t matter where you’re from,
In stockhill circus you’ll belong.
Kids do come and kids do go,
Around and around the bend they go.
Causing trouble though they might,
Then comes the feds to no surprise.
Starry Eyes to see the moment,
Some pushed away by the feds opponent.
Some which end in disaster,
Try to get away faster, faster.
Some will try but don’t succeed,
Then on the floor they’re left to bleed.
For them the world spins round and round,
They’re heartbeats stops they hit the Ground.
Buts not all bad on stockhill circus,
That’s where I live and I’ll forever worship.