The Tin Door Poem by Jean Bernard Parr

In our street
They came and fixed her
A tin door, three times
She had bashed it in
One night she came unglued
Six cop cars
When she took her house apart
Along the fence they wrote
Billy is a grass, she hopes
The rain will wash it off before
He gets out there will be balloons
Bring out sofas in the sun, speakers
Really loud, let the world know
Billy is out
Her and the fat kid, the one
With the sweetwrapper heart
And in school they will snigger
at the kid and his mad mum
and Billy who goes in and out
Through the the tin door