The Beast Beneath The Beck

 

The beck at Westgate End is full of weeds,

its water is a muddy shade of brown,

confused ducks die within anaemic weeds

as sunken shopping trolleys pull them down.

Sometimes you hear a cold slithering splash,

as though some ancient creature has slid in

to feast upon the centuries of trash.

Who knows what evils are contained within?

 

It waits for drunken sops no one will miss -

staggering from the Redoubt To The Rock,

it lures with an intoxicating kiss

that leaves them in a state of wide eyed shock.

The beast beneath the Beck has taste for meat

and keeps unwary drunkards off the street.