Yob poetry - inspired by the street I lived on in Nottingham. Although the title of this poem is ‘Just Kids’ the yobs were usually teenagers or older.


JUST KIDS

My garden trees are set alight during witching hour
Kids dance around them revelling in the fire’s power

Luckily the fire didn't spread
As firemen hosed the fire dead

The car lock on my passenger side is now jammed
After being rammed

Luckily I can still get inside
The driver's side

My house windows have been punctured with an airgun
Just for fun

Luckily the punctures didn't break through
Or there could of been a break in too

The main petrol pipe
Of my car has been cut for a petrol swipe

Luckily my car will be still here tomorrow
For without petrol it won't go

But they might still torch it
Just for the fire show