Northampton - A History Lesson

Northampton.
1279.
Ages ago.
Before the Reformation and even Coronation Street.
We spoke the lie that the Jews crucified a boy.
Northampton folk, ever thorough and fair,
Drag 50 Jews through their own thoroughfare.
Gold Street turns red as they’re drawn at horses tails
and
hanged.
I'm drawn to Gold Street 700 years later.
Though I seek a special biology.
Too much too young for history.
Northampton.
1886.
Still a while for that Bet Lynch smile.
Charles Bradlaugh, MP for this borough.
He wouldn’t lie and ally to a God.
Enter party-loving Northampton folk to start the hokey-cokey.
Four times we put him in,
Three times they put him out,
As he shook Parliament all about.
Gandhi attended his funeral.
Dossers and drunks now accompany his statue,
Forever searching, lying and trying to ally to a God.
Northampton.
1941.
Nineteen years to go.
A returning Stirling bomber.
Crippled                      Circling.
Enters Gold Street at 100 feet and not rising.
Wood Hill turns to a metal mound where it landed.
Northampton’s one and only raid by one of its own.
As kids, the only nightclub that would tolerate us
Was in Gold Street, named in honour of the bomber.
How we wished a German Fokker had crashed,
For the fun of asking for directions.