Up on his soapbox,
the snollygoster puppet stands.
Inside, a schoolboy
works the pudgy little hands;
booms with the Smug School voice he learned,
loud enough to carry over all he’s earned,
over well-heeled hedges, grown high to block the view
of despair hung on washing lines in No Hope Mews.
Louisa Campbell hangs around English spa towns. Her poetry has appeared in journals including Prole, Acumen, and Three Drops From a Cauldron. Her first pamphlet, The Happy Bus, is forthcoming with Picaroon Poetry.