Sun over South Leeds.

 When the sun shines down over Beeston.
You could mistake it as being a nice place.
All the tramps on the bench ,have a less foisty stench,
 And the gangs have a smile on their face.
When the sun reflects off the brothel,And over the woods beyond,
You can stroll up the path where used needles are stashed,
Right up to Middleton pond.
The pavements all glitter with diamonds,
Or so it seems, when it`s bright and quiet.
On closer inspection,it`s just the reflection,
Of glass from the previous nights riot.
The muggers all bask in the sunlight,
As it streams through the trees in the park.
They gather like vultures round, burnt out car sculptures,
Until it`s time to start work ,after dark.
There`s plenty to see,here in Beeston,
Though we`ve got no castles ,or forts.
We`ve a house that was actually a "terrorist bomb factory",
It was a tourist attraction,of sorts.
So when planning your next summer holiday,
think twice about Italy or France.
Ignore other sun spots,follow the gunshots,
And give sunny Beeston a chance.